When all else fails, sit on the grass under a tree and breathe.
“It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small” - Neil Armstrong
Here’s to feeling small.
How many more innocent people have to be murdered by a person with an assault rifle before Congress stands up to the gun lobby and says “enough is enough”?
I wonder too….
The wifi doesn’t extend to orchard. #farm #fail
You know how a song can stop you cold and take you back to a moment. The moment you heard it, the moment you really felt it. Bonnie Raitt’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me” is one of those songs for me. I defy you to hear it and not be either transported to that moment or to see the face of the one you could have sung it to.
I Can’t Make You Love Me
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don’t patronize - don’t patronize me
But they do get tiaras.
There’s nothing like bolting awake in the wee hours to the sound of a torrent of rain and the question, “Did I close the sun roof on the car?”
There she stands in all her glory, peppering the girl behind the counter with questions.
She sits with a forced smile poking through slightly pursed lips.
He has exuberantly greeted the other girl and for the past few moments, she has been truly invisible.
I’m not sure about this… I can talk a lot… but most of you already know that. ;-)