may 10, 2024

we walk with the smell of lilacs, gasoline. we leave the park with the warning and in time for the lunch he eats half wandering, half standing on the chair next to me. the chaos swims almost smoothly around me.

when I found the little wooden owl statue, I felt once more how taken care of I am. like a little bird, I find each day just what I need. And i do each day just what is before me (if I am being good).

I remember some ways I haven’t been good and resolve to do better. a little bird so loved can always do better.