Some days, it's all about the love.

I do so love trees. The giver of life they are. Inhale their scent, warm and earthy, and very distinctive. I love to run the palm of my hand along the length of them. They have the most amazing textures on their trunks and their needles or leaves. Then when you think you have seen it all, nature puts on a color show. I look off into the distance, where I listen to the trees whispering in the distance.

Being totally out of one's control, sometimes life gets in the way. All you can do is step back a moment, and breathe. Remember to exhale. Slowly, deliberately and with meaning.

Le sigh.

I haven't seen him in nearly a year, so one weekend, he got in his car and drove eight hours south and I got in my car and drove eight hours north, until I could see his goofy face. Another giver of life. He has been white haired since he was seventeen, perhaps it was just streaks of it in his glossy black hair, but, the signs were all there that he would be showing it off before its time. Nevertheless, he wore it like a badge of honor. We held our hands together and tried to hug the English Oak, literally hundreds of years old, but, we couldn't even get half way around it. We had a latte, caught up with everything, a nice lunch, and a coffee for the road. Despite covid, he gave me a big hug while I gave him a few tears, then maybe a few more.

Branches showing off, the wild beauty of the blooms, delicate against the curve of its frame. Mother Earth cannot contain all of her beauty, she thrust it out for us to enjoy, my eyesight isolating her.

May there always be a flower to color my world. #alwaysaflower

Oh, there is beauty held by a ray of sunshine in the sky and laughter filling the air. Flowers stand in the fields, coloring the landscape in a bright hue of happy. How can one refute the fact that this very moment in your life becomes part of your very own story? No right. No wrong. It is up to you on how you want to write it.

Who needs to reduce reflection and increase saturation?? I say: Bring it on! Color my world. And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again!

I choose to focus on the good, however small it might seem. I will take every ounce of goodness there is, sending it straight to my heart. Be who you are and walk your walk.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot