Because it is those intrusions that I find so unsettling, so dispiriting. I don't invite them in; they are not welcomed guests.

But, what about Mother Nature? Is she all "I've been doing it this way for eons, so let's not fix what ain't broken"?

Not that I've ever been good at small talk but it's become even harder now that I haven't had to engage in it for over two years.

Apparently, it is still a thing - making dynamic young women feel badly about their bodies.

Watershed moments of truth are not borne of small, insular events.

I am a hovercraft; think of it that way.

Like ebb and flow, peaches and cream, night and day - human and divine are perfectly balanced partners - one needs the other to be complete.

Unsure of my treasures. A piece on a plate instead of part of something whole.

In the best of our humanity lies Grace.

These days even the tiniest act of kindness can infiltrate my heart with a gratitude bomb.

I do believe that on a long-range scale, we are moving toward a more just, more inclusive, more accepting society.

I promise, this was not a gratuitous placement of a heart throb from days gone by - not that there's anything wrong with that.

My mind is a bit fractured these days. It feels like I am straddling two different time lines.

I'm curious to see how 2022 unfolds on many levels and I will be here writing my blog and sharing them with you.

I guess that makes the Universe the primo collector, gatherer, and accumulator of stuff so we come by it honestly.

At age 4, I really had no reason to welcome frightening spectres to my bedside.

"What you think of me is none of my business"

Garm absolutely adored my father and the feeling was mutual.

I could really use that these days and I don't care that I have to turn to a housefly to get it. It stills soothes my aching soul.

And, well, as long as there are cats, there is hope...