A morning story, in which the nature of purpose and determination is explored, while essayists and poets stick their noses in. We discover what may or may not belong in a suitcase.
The earth revolves around the sun and lupines bloom, right on cue. We are made of blood and bone, love and sorrow, pain and mercy, as we follow the path home.
Memories of pretend tea served in tiny cups to children sitting on a perfect lawn. Cherries fall, while frills and ribbons sadly give way to realization.
First a priest in white and gold. Strawberries, shortcake and kindness follow. A yogi appears, along with a swallow. Enlightenment is elusive. A seeker seeks.
We lay claim to the seasons. June is celebrated. Awards are given, friendships are sealed, and kindness makes an appearance as we time-travel to the 1960's.
Getting offline. A case of spring fever, where a human and herbaceous cross-species love affair blooms. Capture dandelion wishes amongst the blades of grass.
I absorb tragic news, reflect on the state of the news media and online emotional resiliency, and decide after all, that I am only human in this emoticon world.