There is a theme that has been playing over and over throughout my life. Helpless and voiceless.

I am grateful for the sunshine today. Sunshine has broken free from the darkness. June has broken free from May. And it’s a new day!

Many blessings are still with me from my trip to Ireland. It's where I fell in love with black birds. I talk to them. There's trust.

I’ve adapted to the pandemic, masks and distances, living with the uncertainties. Nature is the steady guiding hand.

Sunrise is a magical time. The birds know it. They stretch their wings, sing songs, celebrate. The earth says wake up there

Every time I ignore the knock knock, my reservoir empties more. But I found a way to ground by doing forest bathing.