A Cup Full of the Past
Why do I need an object to remind me? If I let go of the object, I’m afraid the memory will go with it. The only ones holding all these memories now are me and this old coffee cup.
Life’s Magic on My Road
I want to feel life’s magic welling up from the center of my being, spiraling out. Energy so strong nothing could remove the smile from my face.
Garden In January
The holidays are over for my family, and now we wait for the sun in the Pacific Northwest. The next few months show us just what we are made of.
It’s a New Year
I cannot control unexpected life changes, but I can control how well I prepare. It’s a new year with new, unpredictable variables.