Recently saw a survey on the internet: What's the most beautiful song you've ever heard?
For my money, it might just be Nancy Wilson's "Elevator Beat," played sixty-four times in a row. (Here it is on Spotify, and here it is on YouTube.)
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