I recently came to a decision on how I'd spend the next year. Then, about 6,000 words poured from my fingers about it. https://dawnlighterpress.atavist.com/a-year-of-joy-

After two years of immobility and learning to walk again, I certainly know that anything is possible.  Now, as I'm walking laps in the garden and the adjacent forest, I'm mindful of  appreciating the depth of my connection with Mother Earth.  That connection was hindered in so many ways as I was healing, simply because I couldn't take a walk.  Now that the simple act of walking is appreciated so much more, it feels like magic to be there. Things are coming about with greater ease.   It feels

That phrase has recently come to my awareness.  All I can think is:  "Guess they haven't had a 20 ingredient mountain of salad that transformed how they felt physically."    I feel bad for people who have not experienced this basic level of total food joy.  With 70 years of advertising, it would be easy to assume that eating a salad is a wimpy thing to do.   Not so.

Winter nourishes the seeds of Autumn, keeping them safe for the eventual promise of Spring. Perhaps it sounds like the hobby of a very slow moving person; a last attempt to keep moving before the below zero and Arctic wind chill freezes one in place.  It's not exactly a hip trend they will bandy around in home improvement magazines.  It's more fodder for back-to-the-land types, the kind that fast talking, fast moving city folk make fun of.  It's something the unretired joke about, a most

Isn't he just adorable?  Can you imagine feeling so ecstatic just by hanging out with the flowers?  This little guy is expressing exactly how I feel in my garden.  Nothing makes me forget about stress more than puttering with my plants, whether they've just burst from the seed or they are ready to pick for tonight's meal. That's a big aspect of my healing transformation, from wheelchair and trapped, to crutches, to cane, to walking.  Two years of this "challenge" and I can FINALLY walk!  How