This morning I awoke to a greeting from my cousin Nigar, featuring peacocks spreading their tails along with a wish for a beautiful day. It happens to be my 31st anniversary of marriage to my best friend Dan. I expect that all had something to do with what appeared on this page.

The world is in a state of unrest. A friend reminds me in a Facebook post of this truth:

‘An indigenous elder, speaking to an upscale white attorney, said “You people have forgotten the most important thing, taking care of each other in the place where you live.”‘

I try to remember that, and to live it.

who tells the stories that you hear?

This one was right quick, but it was a mood

looking into the frog pond, above from below