It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
Don’t let your goal of telling a story mean that you are buried in a notebook, computer, or camera. Don’t let telling a story blind you from living the story. Be sure to spend as much time looking for real instead of through the lens of your creation…
The great thing about traveling is having the chance to be in an unfamiliar environment where you see and experience things you don’t normally see at home and interact with different people. So one would think that the good thing about coming home would be the familiarity and the comfort and convenience found there. Which is why I was surprised to find that when I came home, things actually looked different to me.
It was up around 45 degrees today, unseasonably warm for this time of year. It’s sad for me that this will be a brown Christmas but I did enjoy riding Luke outside with my friend Cheryle. Before I rode, I noticed that Luke’s eye, which has been weepy for awhile, is not getting better, and…
Ah yes, drought… I survived February. But this papery-thinness is how it left me.
Only seven days into my 100 day challenge I was already becoming discouraged. Feeling overwhelmed, it was time to rethink my plans and build in some spaciousness.
I watched Java walk past me for the tenth time as I listened to the rhythmic sound of paw, toenail drag; paw, toenail drag. Then silence. Java stands, nose to the wall, staring. I wait for her to whisper “open sesame” and for the wall to comply and let her through. But soon the paw,…
