Someone could get to thinking that I have fallen out of the writing habit, given that it’s been a while between posts. Not the case. Every day I do some kind of writing: content for websites at work, documents for organizations I volunteer with, or simple journaling for myself. Those words end up in the […]
Where I live the pouring rain of dreary spring lingers still. I hope that where you are the sun of coming summer is shining.
With the guidance of JC Sulzenko, I crafted a found poem. Read the poem and find a poem for yourself.
In a miraculous way, he opened himself up to become a channel for story. He surrendered to it. Story unfolded through him, complete and beautiful from beginning to end. And when he started to think, he stopped.
This is a day to be Public, Intentional and Explicit allies of LGBTQ2SIA+ people. There is no end and no repeating pattern to people. Let’s affirm that. Let’s celebrate that by eating pie!
Somerton Smith 
Yay! Cute and inspirational.
Thank you. It makes me feel happy to think about it, and these days we need plenty of those kinds of things around.
A happy face on a pothole is about as good as making lemonade out of lemons – ha!
We have few potholes in Florida, but where I grew up in Pennsylvania, potholes would appear after the winter thaw.
May you continue to see the glass as half full today, Arlene!
I’ll be out driving today – watching out for those potholes! I will smile if I see one and drive around it, and that’s a good thing.
;-D You are Numero Uno on replying to my post today. Huge Hugs, if only virtual!
That definitely put a smile on my face. And the “sprig” of orange hair raises the cuteness factor by 10.
Yeah, I loved the hair too. Any day you can have a “cute” pothole is a good day.
Haha! We gotta smile and laugh through the potholes of life for sure!
The sun is shining, it is a beautiful day. I choose not to notice the potholes. 🙂
Good choice. 🙂 xo