Yesterday I turned thirty-nine - a stage of life I never thought I would or could ever reach from when I was was a little girl, to when I had my transplant and certainly after I survived cancer. Each year is such a gift, and age is a privilege. Lungs in perfect working order for … Continue reading Oh my – we have a New Year IN our hands and it’s going to be radtastic!
Loose udders and mucus plugs signals new life on the grass and clods of dirt. Lilies dance on water the way flies hover over fresh meat. A heifer drops its snout into the trough to drink – not greedily, but more delicately, sucking on the water in a docile way – fickle for a beast. Pebbles, clumps … Continue reading New year pastoral
Well, is it? ^ The 'Woomba ^ Post Pent-Warming ^ Pent got warmed. Cannulation. ALWAYS have perfect peds in case of emergency. *a brief intermission* Yeah. Eff off, Jesus. I do have *unreal* feet. Surely something had to go my way ... My balcony. Magically warm on the peds in winter. With Billy Bob in … Continue reading Feet, jesus, spooning dogs, goats and Birkenstocks