You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. ~ John Burroughs
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Thankful Thursday
Today I am thankful for:
- My home that is warm while outside, much-needed snow is falling. Take that, extreme drought!
- A feeling of buoyancy as I return to a new project idea I began outlining in Scrivener last month.
- Twenty minutes of joyful hoop-dancing that brings me closer to the year-end goal of 24+ hours of hoop-dancing in 2022.
- My weird friend, Marcel, who greeted me with this stare when I walked into Zippy’s office a couple days ago.
- Anyone who took the time to read this post. 🌻
Friday Haiku
Wordless Wednesday: cottonwood edition
A little pretty
Our internet was out for much of the day which was a welcome reprieve from election-day reality. I’m headed to the living room for some calming yoga. But first, here’s a little sunflower tableau to brighten the day.
Though we may be battered and weary, onward we go. Keep on shining, people.
#Caturday memories
Last year, I took a series of photos of Loki and Marcel so I could make a birthday card for our neighbor who takes care of them while we’re away. I went back to them now in search of a #Caturday image, and couldn’t resist this one of them half-heartedly struggling to be free of Zippy’s grip:
Or this image of weary resignation:
Or this photo of the brothers looking off in the distance, as if hoping help was on the way:
Ah, memories.
Friday Haiku
Don’t forget the joy
One of those pandemic days
This day started off pretty well — among other things, added 20 minutes to my yearly hoop-dancing total — and then Zippy and I went out to deliver food boxes to people via Rocky Mountain Mutual Aid Network. And I think that’s where the day began to feel not-so-good, when we were out and about, and saw that the vast majority of people were unmasked in indoor spaces. It wasn’t news: this is how it’s been for months and months. For some reason, it hit me harder today. How can we as a society normalize mass death and disability? How can we sacrifice our health for “freedom”? What will we do when our healthcare system collapses beneath the weight of our selfishness?emot
Anyway, here’s a pretty flower.
Wishing you and yours a safe and healthy weekend.
Thankful Thursday: ungulate edition
We camped at Mueller State Park last week and were gifted with this view out the back windows of our campervan:
It’d started out as “Hey, look! There’s a deer. Wait, there’s another one.” And then we lost count of them browsing and moving through the trees. Zippy saw two bucks with their antlers locked, but I missed that sighting. Still, I’m grateful to have seen these beautiful creatures.
Wordless Wednesday
Twofer Tuesday: Gray Jay edition
One of the friendliest bird species out there, here are two Gray Jays at our campsite in Mueller State Park. I know they have a reputation as “camp robbers,” but I enjoyed their presence and was glad whenever I had another sighting or heard them making their assortment of sounds off in a tree somewhere.
While running on the trails one morning, I nearly had to come to a full stop to avoid running over a jay in the middle of the trail. Not even my 9,000-feet-elevation huffing and puffing could scare it away.
A friendly and self-assured species, those Gray Jays.
Wordless Wednesday
A squirrel tale
Yesterday I spotted what I thought was a chipmunk on the back fence. But when I got out the binoculars, realized it was a very small squirrel. And when I saw how tentatively it moved on the uneven fence pickets, guessed it was maybe a youngster.
Then I saw this:
Definitely a youngster.
Nut-Munch veterans know exactly how to get at the food. This young one made several failed attempts, sometimes moving even farther from the destination. Eventually, they figured it out and moved closer.
And then . . . success.
Hooray!
#Caturday with Loki
It’s a banner day on this #Caturday!
For once, it’s Loki rather than his brother Marcel taking center stage.
It’s a challenge to get a good photo of a black cat, but yesterday Zippy did a fine job capturing the double-boxed cat (with his crappy phone-camera, no less!)
Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend!
Friday Haiku
Wordless Wednesday: waterfall edition
I researched so you wouldn’t have to
I photographed this bee in the open space in early July and hadn’t looked at the image since. But I was intrigued enough just now to go down the online research rabbit hole. “Green bee” gave me too many hits, but “metallic green bee” narrowed the responses.
I’m pretty darned sure this is a Hymenoptera-Halictidae-Agapostemon melliventris, otherwise known as the Honey-tailed Striped Sweat Bee.
Oh, and that pink thing is a thistle. Just kidding . . . it’s a Musk Thistle (Nodding Thistle).
You’re welcome.
Autumnal glory
Wordless Wednesday: serenity edition
Friday Haiku
Gratitude
This morning started out rough as the weight of all we’re enduring hit me. Sometimes I wish I could live in a happy state of denial (“the pandemic is over and X, Y, Z aren’t happening, either!”), and eagerly greet each new day. Alas, I’m not wired that way.
The good news is, I’m feeling better now.
The birds are singing and the sun is shining.
Gratitude!
And I’m forever grateful that sunflowers exist.





























