Looking Towards

 

Evelyn: The evening with Bud & Betty - celebrating 50 years of marriage, family of every kind embracing them with dance, and play, and words.

Speckles & Patterns

Evelyn: My friend Ed gifted me a lovely little magic panel box. It was part of a series of boxes leading to a message that sent my dancing shoes on a trip to Boston. Tonight was filled with discoveries as I figured out how to open the box... later discovering a geo-cache near Gulfport under the guise of grasses and horses. 

Speckles of Beauty

Evelyn: New friendship... two sets of flowers, each to a different campus, and I am awash with speckles of beauty in the space I find myself in more hours of the day than not.

(un)Wrapping

Monica: This is the picture I've had in my mind's eye when I set out to capture today's word—Michael wrapping me in his arms. This is how I feel being married to him: treasured, protected, nurtured, and deeply loved. At night we sleep like cats, cocooned in the warmth of our bed, and the comfort of it recharges me. In all my purpose-seeking ventures, it never crossed my mind that maybe this is it—my purpose—to love and to be loved. 

(Monica sent me a Horizontal on a Vertical day—but the picture was too precious to not use—so today, we wrap up—outside the boundaries of our usual wrappers.)

Evelyn:  Things in life are much like a fortune cookie—wrapped in layers that take some time and attention to truly appreciate.  I am a guarded un-wrapper—I carefully tear away the plastic cover, stare a moment at the small crunchy cookie, contemplate what little gift I might find inside, then break the cookie deliberately so I can greet each morsel with tender appreciation—and finally I luxuriate with the small message of truth folded within. Others are more violent in their efforts, squeezing until the wrapper POPS or smashing it into a fragmented pile of cookie dust just to retrieve the message. I, however, love the curiosity that rides my experience with fortune cookies, the eagerness to reveal what is hidden under the layers and folds, and the final contemplation of the wondrous coincidence of the message: "Life always gets harder near the summit."

All Wrapped Up

Birthday Gifts

Happy Birthday Nana!