not necessarily in this order

This is a new thing I’m trying to take things less seriously. One minute to jot down an idea, an intention, a smile in this space - nothing more and nothing less.  If I had more than a minute to write this, I’d talk about how personal goals have fallen by the wayside of caretaking and estate management and personal time functional freeze in these last few years or so. Or, about my relationship to reading and how it makes me feel like me even when I haven’t read as much in my life. Or about how much I am grateful to have books and the library and reading back in my life in this moment.   But I don’t. So, I won’t, haha!   What I will say is that I found myself at the end of October dangerously close to having read 100 books this year with 76 done. (Don’t ask me how many DNFs. Oof. So many recently, too. SIGH!)   Now, I don’t usually read to a number. Honestly, I just feel lucky to be finding pockets of time for myself to read at all vs. just freezing or doomscrolling o...

  This is a new thing I’m trying to take things less seriously. An idea, an intention, a smile jotted down in this space - nothing more and nothing less.  Maysie and I were doing an early morning walk around our chilly yard when I saw her pause and notice… something. We stood together in the emerging sun and wet, cold grass (my toes!), and then I heard it, too: a slight quiet fluttering in the woods.  All of a sudden, I saw it! It was the leaves falling from the tallest trees and getting caught in branches and vines as they fell. Gold and maroon in the green and brown. We could hear fall, it was happening right there in front of us. Maysie started from the pause, ready to keep circling and sniffing while I followed so grateful I had left my phone inside and was out there with my eyes and attention.