So while I think of it,
let me write a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.
-Anne Sexton
So while I think of it,
let me write a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.
-Anne Sexton
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. A sunset, a mountain bathed in moonlight, the ocean in calm and in storm – we see these, love their beauty, hold the vision in our hearts. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Helen Keller








This has been a perfect spring. There hasn’t been a better place for me to hang out than our back patio. Lightning bug evenings and dew drop birdsong mornings and tiny watercolors.
“I dipped one of those Mormon cookies in my coffee and it burst into flames.”
Email from Jason after eating leftover cookies made by Sister Smith from a drawing class I taught for the Young Women.
Just a few more weeks until I can sit beneath waterfalls, spend long hours in the lake, jump into blue holes, wade in creeks and get my feet stuck in muddy rivers but until then there is this.
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fall creek falls


Yesterday was nice. We had a glimpse of snow. I enjoyed laughing and walking with my favorite girl and went on a fun drive to see friends although J might have some other word to describe being stuck in a car with me. Winter lets me be empty and I just feel like my chest is spread open and I am free for a little while.