I know there is a way forward after today; I’m just not sure what it looks like yet.
Sometimes all I want in this world is jeans with deep pockets.
Nearly twenty years ago, my sweetheart wrote a song he titled June 22. We listen to it on this day every year, just for good measure. You’re welcome to join us.
And on this, the day of summer solstice, we ride our bikes to the beach after supper and swim in the sea and soak up the sun and remember that we belong to the earth just as much as she belongs to us. Time is wild and control is an illusion and it’s nice to live on land that loves you back.
Truly happy and mostly content these days. Grateful for that.
Really, really glad this dad loves me. He also loves his dad and my dad and my granddad. He’s a good dad.
Some days are hard and some days are magical… most days are in between.
