
Walking the streets of Berkley I came across this perfectly inviting flower so I had to have a picture. Looking at it closer later did I see the teeth at the heart of it all. Every rose has a thorn and passions bite.
Writing my way from darkness back into light

Walking the streets of Berkley I came across this perfectly inviting flower so I had to have a picture. Looking at it closer later did I see the teeth at the heart of it all. Every rose has a thorn and passions bite.

I’m in a parking lot waiting for an email and when I got out I heard a cacophony of birds. I looked up and saw these nests. At first I thought it was wasps….not a fan. Too my delight, I realized they were birds nests. The building is still new, and i wondered if they used to nest in the trees that used yo be here. It just proves life always finds a way. And so will I.

Today we meet to work with our individual moral fibers (crochet, knit, crosstitch) in an effort to create community to build resistance for the current amoral political climate.
This is my “leftovers” gathered into one ball. Once it gets to big for the basket I get to make a monster blanket. I’m normally do a 100 row granny square, this time I’m going to do a different 100 row monstrosity.
Why is this a glimmer? Every time I look at the basket, I smile and get excited about the winter. I should be able to work on it, stay warm and relive all the projects I’ve done.

I love foxglove, and not just because its poisonous, it’s beautiful. I don’t like how the flowers trumpet down and I wanted to see from the other end. I found it exhilarating. Sometimes being upside-down is more blessing than trial.
…thy name is anxiety.
I don’t know if I’m in a full-blown crisis yet, but naming your demons is the first step in taming them.

This isn’t my photo. I found it on BlueSky. It just spoke to me. The single branch swamped in dark water with a single red breasted robin on it’s arthritic finger. It is a story of rebirth, renewal and recovery from a dark and solitary life to the freedom of a bird to soar on the winds of time. Too dramatic? Possibly. I just really like this picture, it gives me hope.