In this space of witnessing, of feeling with one side and another, learning emerges. I wonder, how can we better hear what's important to each other on a grander scale? How can we better see across party lines into the heart of pain on one another's "side"?

I meandered to my gate, 3 hours early, and happened to see on the board that the plane at that moment was leaving the gate for Portland. Had I been stressed, this would likely have not registered in my visual field. We see and hear less when stressed.

With priming, it's more important to dial in to the feeling than it is to imagine the specifics of how you want to see those feelings come to be.

Most honeysuckle is not edible, but this beauty is indeed. Its berries taste like liquid toffee to me, though it's heralded to be a "chocolate berry.”

A beloved has moved on from this planet. She paints with the clouds, whispers secrets in the wind. My friend is gone, and she is everywhere.

The fruits of our efforts arrive when neural pathways are forged and trust is built.

Just because my childhood was hard at the time doesn’t mean it always has to be hard. Now that I see the value of my childhood, every aspect of it, I feel differently than I did then.

Green beans steamed, green beans sautéed, green beans stewed or in vinaigrette. I believed these to be the all the contents in the bag of green bean options.

I wonder why I tried this berry twice. I think it was the voluptuous beauty and rosy hue. Aren’t they pretty?

All of this is outside of my comfort zone. But the lake now has my full attention. How often do we zero in on discomfort as opportunity?

One place you can find me is at the creek outside of town. Reading, taking notes, asking crayfish for a download.

Can you step outside of your lifebubble that far? Can you pan out to see summer fruit, all the gifts of today, with eyes that fresh?

The ecstasy of a Saturday truly off did not come easily. I bucked against it for some time, sure I had “too much to do” in my business and garden. But I had read the statistics. I get that our productivity goes up when we have a little time off.

At the end of July, who is thinking of winter? The baby kale. It’s not easy to take root in the heat of summer. All respect to these youngsters.

The Unknown often brings the unavoidable, doesn’t it? After my bout of resistance and allowing emotions safe passage I primed for what I wanted.

The Earth carries me. It took months back then to learn to walk with naked feet on the sidewalk. My brain sorted through information from my eyes and touch, sensing whether danger was afoot.

What bliss will you create in the heat of the moment today?

It’s the hottest day of summer. A breeze begins to stir. My fancy horse trough, surrounded by flowers, is ready for a cool dip.

Sometimes I wonder if blue sky gave birth to sunflowers. Their colors sound a vibration I can nearly hear as harmonious. A bee in the center of a sunflower gathers pollen and nectar from the fulcrum of the universe, don’t you think?

Grief is a bedfellow to love. Some days, I think I know a better ending for each and every one of them. Some days, I want to rewrite history so they are with me still. But my arms are “too short to box with God.”