Recently I saw a video of a musician serenading a fox. Afterward, I went looking for ambient/instrumental banjo music. It's hard to find that sort of thing; most of it is of course very bluegrassy (which I like, but which isn't what I felt a weird hunger for at that moment). I didn't find much.
Sometimes the internet doesn't have what you're looking for, or the right words to find it don't come easily.
Recently my wife looked closely at my face and said, "I like your smile lines." I'm forty-four. By all research findings I've seen lately, I'm probably more than halfway through my life. (Maybe not, but we never really know, you know?) When
Or so said Felicia when I sent her this little selfie from a recent walk. Despite a few speedbumps, the last few months have been really positive ones. I have been good to my body. I have eaten better than ever in my life. I have listened to new music,
I am enjoying a season of change. Trying new things, taking better care of myself, being gentle with my thoughts. At the moment I feel proud of myself, feel quite lovely, and thought it might be nice to document that–something to look back on, maybe, in some troubling season