The kids and their gang, the Hancock Crew, held a bake sale today. They’ve been doing chores around the neighborhood and have decided to try a different business venture. It was one of the greater joys of my life, to watch my children plan and plan and plan and then set up and pitch to total strangers and lose their courage and pitch again and sell all of the baked goods I had to help them finish in the eleventh hour.

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.