Ribbon of Love

   Something caught my eye through the sun glared dirty windshield – an old tape; dropped, lost, perhaps now forgotten, laying alongside the road. I watched the ribbon blow freely in the early evening breeze, and felt a pinch in my heart I recognized as sadness. I thought of him – the way we were

Cultivating goodness

Natures littlest treasures bring me the greatest joy.   

In my element

  

If . . .

If I could go back and live that last day over, I most assuredly would be waking by his side tomorrow – j.a. terry 1.6.16​     

Best buds ❥

  

This little bugger

  

Little spot of Zen