My bride and I have been watching a clutch of ducklings grow up on the pond behind us. They’ve gotten so big! Seeing them just makes me a little bit happy and I thought that needed to be shared this morning.
Feeling slightly Seussical this morning and reflecting on a lesson that I recently relearned.
I woke up to the wonderful sight that inspired today’s poem. If ever any evidence was needed that I married well…
We’ve got a cold front here on the island and it’s great!
You may have heard, it’s pouring down here in Galveston. Keeping dry and safe though, so all is well.
A Storm is rolling in this morning.
Had to hurry to scribble Saturday’s poem down at the last minute before I forgot. The words came to me quickly and kept trying to slip away.
And today we’re back to the vet because the puppy got his cone off and tore his stitches.
I’ve been fascinated by the imagery of the lighthouse lately. Hardly an original notion, the idea of a guiding destination, but it feels especially pertinent to me lately at this stage of my creative journey.
Exciting transitions in my life. Reminders that the struggle of life, the constant fight against entropy, is a gift.
My bride and I have been down in Galveston now for a little over half a year and we love it here. I found myself reflecting on that this morning and let that become the basis for today’s poem.
As an aside, we took some family member to the Galveston Art Walk this weekend. The first exhibit we walked in to was called “Cat Butt Parfait.” I’ll leave it to your imagination exactly what it contained. My parent’s reaction? Priceless.
