grateful time

Skinny legs and brand new ice skates!

I am so happy grateful for this! 

Pres dreamt of skating since she could first stand up. 

She started lessons on Saturday morning. 

We slipped away during the Super Bowl for a little ice time under the bright moon. 

Liz and Becki

There are no words in my grateful song expressive enough of my deep thanks for you.

You have carried me, loved the "moms" we serve and now this! 

Together we will welcome sweet little Stika babe.

I am grateful, so much, for my work. 

One week ago this pretty baby girl came in.

Thank you, thank you G family for trusting me once again to share this sacred space with you.

JADE

She attended a birth as my assistant.  

Just me, just Jade

Thanks for your courage and gentleness.

I think we rocked as a team.

Soon you will be able to go in the middle of the night and keep on.

I loooove good music and good friends to share it with.

I love Neil Young. 

AND I just had the most amazing good luck.  

I was thinking about a Neil Young song as I wrote my last post.  The one about writing to old love friends but I couldn't remember all of it. And THEN it just right now came on XM Coffeehouse. This is one big giant Grateful!

Brrrrrr, cold day

There are many things in my head that I want to write about.
I feel like tightening my boundaries, letting a little structure into my usual randomness and welcoming some predictability in. On this very cold February morning I just feel like cleansing - everything, a big purge, mega delete.  Some things just clutter the landscape.
There are about a million pics in the iPhoto cache and half a million of them are blurry moon shots.  Why do we do that? Do we fear forgetting? I will not forget.
I think there are a couple million songs stored in CD cases, on iTunes, zip drives and a few cassettes and albums scattered around here.  At least a million of those songs I don't even like.  They just came with the good ones and I let them stay.
Then there are books, so many books.  Books are cool, libraries are great but really, some of them are so lame. How did they even get into print I wonder.
It goes on and on. Thoughts. Sometimes mine are repeats that I wish would stop. They are taking up limited brain space that I need. I want to get to the core of me.  What really matters.  What speaks to me.  What do I need, to you know, fulfill the measure of my creation?
I'd like to scoop up all of this office paper that someone else created because it mattered to them. Instead of crafting letters to insurance companies that I never wanted to engage with, I would prefer to send lovely cards and pretty packages to folks that I love.  Love so much.
That's it.  I'll do the crucial list items here, cleanse some things and then I will make valentines. That should skinny my brain down to love thoughts. And I will play music that I love, only music that I love as I go.

I love you.

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