The hardest part of not doing anything is not doing anything significant. What’s significant? Something that matters. Something that lift people up. Something that makes it feel as if life could go on…and on and on and on. As I
So we drove down the road, a road that obviously hadn’t been cleared any time recently, and arrived at a very quiet, bright, sunny “river access” – nobody else was there except me and Dinah. The blackberries were growing over
Heading back south to So. Cal., land of sun and warmth…. and I’m already set to remind myself of the cold and wet spring we just had in the Pacific Northwest when it’s too hot to breathe in the southwest.