Dancing Mug

The Dancing Mug

It’s a mid-December morning and rather chilly. I am still in PJs, slippers, and heating up the kettle. I select a mug for my tea. Almost Christmas. I think about my house, so filled with things—all six rooms— plus a basement. Surely I have everything I need on this life journey. What more could I…

The Beach, the Hawk, and the Sparrow

Today was to be my traditional leftovers sandwich day but once the rain cleared, I skipped the stuffing and headed up the coast for a few super indulgent hours of walking alone in nature with my camera. The excitement was building as I tried to decide exactly where to look. What will I see today?…