See!

I saw my first butterfly of the season the other day. Golden like the sun outlined in black, floating on the wind as I walked with my husband and the Danes through the woods. It almost collided with my forehead as I was focused on finding good footing on the path. It was gone in …

Focus

My thoughts are like an old school cartoon snowball. What starts as a speck gains momentum and magnitude as it rolls around inside my head picking up other ideas and thoughts until it fills the available space and crushes my mood like the tiny town at the bottom of the cartoon slope! Writing or talking …