I gaze through the window and see the sum of my parts reflected back.

My 10-year-old, packing her lunch this morning, ruminates:

“Why do some trees grow taller than others? It’s like people, isn’t it? Some grow fast. Some take time. Some stay small.”

I didn’t even know how to tie my shoelaces properly at 10. (Still don’t!)

Your invitation to the Ripple Room so we can talk about Surrender.

Everything is momentary like this burst of blue and the glaring sunlight … as the clouds part and gather again.

A crow flies by — swift as a thought from the past.

Little tokens of love for a Substack friend.

Now is always better than later.

Being human with each other is what lingers long after the moment has passed.

When people take kindness seriously

Tomorrow will come.

But will it be good?

Will it be civil?

Will kindness win?

Making watercolor tags isn’t hard

Spring evening on walnut floors

Long shadows, still

We rise together

I parked my car on a neighborhood street and just watched a magnolia tree in all its splendor. Tomorrow it might rain and those petals will fall. But right now, they’re perfect.

Bright, strong, resilient — Nature’s gift of spring.

I create little tokens of appreciation and share them with strangers, because kindness deserves to be seen.

Fog will never just be fog for me.

Any colors work — bright or soft, warm or cool. Today is about celebration, not perfection.

Your grid can be as structured or as flowing as you like. The joy is in the repetition and variation.

No pressure to form shapes or patterns unless you want to. The focus is the process, not the product.