Mornings belong to me. Well, to me and yoga and the horses and the dogs, and my writing. But regardless of which indulgence I will pursue on a certain day, all mornings start the same. I wake up, put on my alpaca socks (thanks, Mom) walk to the coffee pot for a time delayed cup of happiness and take the dogs outside. When I’m on the porch, I can look east to the sunrise over the green…
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all…
While homeschooling before vacation, our family researched not just the mammals found on the islands (there are only about 1000 monk seals left in the world) but also the history of statehood (the US…
I hate the squeezy pouches that are marketed as the equivalent of fruits and veggies, but honestly I’m searching for a reason why. I understand that they are better than candy bars, soda and fruit juice, but they aren’t the gold standard of right off the branch or out of the ground or off the vine. That’s what really matters, right? Nutritionally, the best I can come up with (with my meager…
The Double Life
by Don Blanding (Hawaiian poet laureate??)
How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.
And that’s just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries