Music Fridays: Mi Querido, Mi Viejo, Mi Amigo

I’ve been thinking about my dad this week. It’s been four months now and every once in a while I see something that reminds me of him and it feels like I was just talking to him. Or a song comes on that reminds me of home, of him. This song is a good example….

The Sunday Post: Grounded

Over the last few days I’ve received a few suggestions for what to do with the items that were causing me (and Jenny) pain or bringing back memories that I would rather set aside for now. Someone suggested I take a seam ripper to the blanket and remove the embroidery. I also got a suggestion…

Music Fridays: You Learn

You may have gathered from my earlier posts this week that my divorce is now final. I don’t really want to keep writing about that in every post but for this week’s music post I thought I should share something to honor that milestone. You grieve, you learnYou choke, you learnYou laugh, you learnYou choose,…

Mangoes

This week’s bloom about mangoes, along with a recommendation from a friend, as well as today’s daily meditation email, are tied together like the ribbons attached to each of my weekly blooms. They are all encouraging me to separate in order to be strong. I must cut the cord that is holding me back; break…

Passport Photos (Jenny’s Story Continues)

Passport photos, like your driver’s license photo, have a reputation for being awful, but they’re not known for being disruptive. Jenny had been in the middle of her Saturday morning exercise class. There was a break and while she waited for the next song to come up it occurred to her to check to see…

The Sunday Post: Tiptoe

I went for a walk this afternoon on the Swamp Rabbit Trail. The trail took us through Falls Park in downtown Greenville and because it was such a beautiful day many others were out too. They were on bikes, skates, skateboards, walking their dogs, and I noticed at least one couple just relaxing on a…

Music Fridays: Don’t Start Now

I was hoping to bring you a new song today, something straight off the list of new music releases, but as of now (Thursday evening) I have not found one I love yet. Instead I offer you something still fairly new, and very much new to me. I’ve only recently started listening to Dua Lipa….

Meet me on the Path

I’m almost overdue to write about my newest bloom. After I picked it last week I had great intentions to go “on location” somewhere and stage a picture along a road or a trail or a bridge somewhere. But the weather has not cooperated. I feel fortunate that I’m not in Texas or the midwest…

The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day

Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…