In South Texas, leaves fall in December. In January, they are piled up high, smelling earthy and soft. As a child, I loved playing in the leaves, kicking them high in the air as I walked to and from school. I loved the leaves’ fragility, their texture, the sound they made scraping across the…
Good Things: Pre-semester Edition
Sometimes life is a challenge. If we believe the platitudes (and if we are trying to maintain sanity and light, why not?), we know that the challenges make us stronger people. I want to believe that. These days, I have my doubts. So, I look for those things that remind me that there is good. …
Good Things (“I Choose” Edition)
Today I choose: to ignore vitriolic rhetoric (in my life and in the media), to use my knowledge and perspective for good (yes, I need a cape), to focus on the future and its possibilities, to surround myself with the comforts that make me happy (sweaters, music, coffee), to learn something new, to focus on…
11/365: Tools
Beauty in the Mundane.
The Nail that Sticks Up
Years ago when I lived in Japan, the old proverb, “The nail that sticks up will be hammered down” made some sense. In a society where 128 million people live in a space the size of Montana, one has to be aware of and abide by societal mores and behaviors because without them– and without…
10/365: On a Cold Night
And my camera is back. . . .