Memories of Christmas growing up feel more like a photo album. A snapshot here and a Polaroid there – my best present ever – a metal barn yard set (obviously pre-Fisher Price), standing in awe at the sight of Santa’s presents covering the floor from tree to couch (a rare Christmas with relatives), eating Read More
Tag: open to possibility
Finding the place where your body vibrates with the possibilities
I lay on the grass, under towering pines, my down coat offering a buffer from the cool grass and watched the clouds dance across the blue sky. I could hear eagles calling to each other but they hid from my eyes. Jack nudged my hand, now and again to let me know he was still Read More