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Friday’s Five—July 3, 2020

I’m writing these words tonight about an hour away from Independence Day in the USA. Firecrackers are booming already in my neighborhood, and they have been for hours. Someone has started celebrating early.

I’ll go out after I write these words and likely catch a few sparkly scenes. Free riding off someone else’s joy. Not a bad way to live sometimes.

I think there is something in the sharing.

Last week I made a post on social media, asking people to tell me something good. Over a hundred comments later, I felt enriched and buoyed by somebody else’s joy.

Lots of someones actually. Turns out I have several friends who appreciate the everyday things, too.

So, in their honor tonight, I’ll list more than five good things tonight. These were things that friends mentioned and I bet you will find something here to claim, too:

Good books


Planting flowers and trees

Bookstores and time to look

Eating four BLTs ( no judging…it’s homegrown tomato time here)

Wind chimes

Garage clean outs

Art moments

Time with loved ones ( this one was repeated over and over)



Biking on a New Orleans street

A gift of lavender from a market vendor



Petting a zebra

“Praying with a grateful heart”—that one from an art friend who I think of tonight and say “Amen.”

May you find huge lists of good things today and every day. And may we all remember that these everyday moments hold a lot of magic. They are gifts. Without them, life would be dark indeed.

I hope those readers in the USA will celebrate freedom tomorrow. It has nothing to do with doing what we want and everything to do with doing what is right.

Happy Independence Day! As my mom always said to my ever present eye roll: Happy 4th of Julie! Who knows why… haha…

but I think of her every single year and smile.

Be safe and well and strong, dear readers. 🌟

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Friday’s Five—June 19, 2020: Dads

Let’s talk dads tonight, dear readers.

I’m going to share five good memories of mine:

He laughed when people thought he was my grandfather. That taught me all I’ve needed to know about self respect and positivity.

He raced me to the car after Bingo games, even though he was terminally ill with cancer (and I didn’t know it.) That taught me there is always more going on with people than we know.

He always took me with him where he was going if I asked to go. That taught me care for others, sacrifice, and the realization that kids note everything you do/say/have time for.

He played the organ in our home as we danced around our tiny living room. He played it at the fair one year, in the days when vendors set up things like that. I remember standing beside him, so proud of what he could do. That taught me the wonder of arts and how to honor the gifts of others.

He bought a hoe for me at our small town hardware store. I still laugh, knowing now all the other kids my age were likely getting new bikes. But we didn’t have sidewalks, we had gardens. Plural. That taught me hard work, thirst, appreciation for a cool breeze, and the reward of sticking with something to the end.

Oh, I could go on, but you get the idea.

A good father is nothing to take for granted.

I had one, and my children had one, too.

My son is a father now. A good one.

I hope if you’re missing your father, you’ll reach back into the corner of your mind where he lives and recall some special times.

If your dad is still on this side, I hope you will take a moment to celebrate him. Tell him thanks for some small thing he’s done. You’ll look back one day and understand there were no small things. Every single one was limitless. Love.

Oh, let’s have a poem about fathers:

Father’s Song
By Gregory Orr

Yesterday, against admonishment,
my daughter balanced on the couch back,
fell and cut her mouth.

Because I saw it happen I knew
she was not hurt, and yet
a child's blood so red
it stops a father's heart.

My daughter cried her tears;
I held some ice
against her lip.
That was the end of it.

Round and round: bow and kiss.
I try to teach her caution;
she tries to teach me risk.

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Friday’s Five—June 12, 2020

This day has felt like a Saturday. That’s good. My mind has been thinking of beautiful things to share here tonight, and as always, they come:

I did not expect to bring out the finger-paints with 9 month old Clara, but that happened. We both giggled and made faces and held a moment of light between us. Secret spaces where so much happens in just seconds…to really capture it in words might take a lifetime. Here is our collaboration:

Art by Clara, age 9 months.
(a collaboration with Loulou)

My little tomato garden is growing. Sofia and Emma happily tend to it on the days they are here. This week, though, brought us a

new something to watch in awe and delight:

Baby Cardinals in progress
June 2020 ❤️

Worlds of conversation and questions and explanations and excitement ensued.

Long walks were the norm this week. Welcome. And, one day, a 60 degree morning in June. In Texas. Respites. Reasons to believe things will improve. Noticing. All the things that I have been too busy to see, I see.

My son mowed a path in the woods this week so that I can get to those gorgeous cape jasmine I mentioned in my last post. I smell them from my walk, yards away. Glorious.

Extra pages in my journal this week. More writing time. More things that work themselves out within the lines of notebooks. The awareness that when we decide to do something, the world makes room.

I think I’m past five now, but I must include this dragonfly. She has become my new friend of late.

I stand amazed as she waits for me to get a shot. I thank her. She flits and flies and returns. Again and again. Day after day. I am certain she wants me to try again tomorrow. To keep trying. She is a patient teacher.

Dragonfly who deserves a name
June 2020

I understand more about Mary Oliver and so many other poets who walked deeper into a world that others barely see.

It is amazing what we see when we look.

I hope you will look this week. Look for the spaces that offer you respite. Sink into them in silence and let them take you to a world you will name when you find the words. It may take a lifetime. That’s ok.

A short afterthought and request~~~

Be well, dear readers. And if you will, lift up a man named Seth. Just one “please heal him” will do. He is the husband of a lifelong friend, and he is facing a medical battle. I believe in the power of intention. He needs us. Thank you. 🌟


Friday’s Five: June 5, 2020/Little Lights

How can it already be June?

Tonight, I walked outside to see the “strawberry moon” and while it took its sweet time rising so I could view it, I was given a beautiful distraction: dozens—maybe hundreds—of fireflies.

I tried to get a photo, but they are elusive and obviously do not wish to be seen, so see them with me as I saw them: brilliant nightlights, flickering messengers in the almost summer darkness. Hope. Lightening bugs to some of us. It was a beautiful and peace filled moment, though. To stand in quiet freedom and witness beauty in simplicity. To see something in my little part of the universe and try to share it here, with you. You have likely seen sun glittering on water—-that, but substitute the water for a blanket of dark sky—little miniature flashlights teasing us as we look and see one and two and oh, countless sparkles around us.

Points of light kept coming to mind. I know that’s a political program or endeavor from decades ago, but that’s the phrase that came to mind from these minuscule messengers tonight. What if each person decided to do their tiny part to bring joy? grace? love? laughter? healing?

So much possibility and power within us. That’s what I felt standing alone—yet not alone— tonight.


I hope a June never passes without me giving a nod to the cape jasmine that is now gigantic and blooming once again in the wooded area near my home. It also witnessed the concert of light tonight. For those who never heard the story:

A friend gave me a cutting of it (in a coffee can) years ago. I did not take care of it and thought I had killed it, so I tossed it into the woods. Years later, after an ice storm took down several trees, I noticed a green shrub growing…white fragrant petals…that spring I stood amazed (as I still am today) that what I thought was gone came back bigger and more beautiful than ever.

Take what you will from my story.

I only know this: we have all lived some bad chapters. Terrible days. You likely have experienced something you will never share with anyone. Yet, here you are. You may be weary, but here you are, plodding onward. And we will live to see more light.

Tonight, the fireflies reminded me. A glorious moon. Some white gardenias down the path. A porch light welcoming me back. Moments from a busy day to cherish: a baby’s smile, virtual coffee chat with a friend who loves poetry with me, a text from a young mom who I hope to see soon…even if from a safe distance. Points of light.

Be one. Share one. Know you are one…do not throw your potential away…you are brilliant.


[[And in the meantime, plant a few somethings. They will grow and astonish you and remind you of the miracle of seeds and sun and moons and dirt and all things seen and unseen…I’m so hoping another little seed story is taking root in a pot as I write this…maybe the fireflies and tonight’s moon will give them the extra light they need …grow little forgotten-and-found seeds…grow.]]

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Friday’s Five—May 15, 2020

Hello, dear reader…

I hope you are well. I hope you are safe.

I hope that when you might start to think too much about these coronavirus days, some new and hopeful thought can wriggle in to keep you moving forward.

These are things that moved me forward this week:

…a new routine materialized in my morning writing. (This happens quite often…don’t be impressed. 🤣😅) However, a new schedule that I succeeded with today (yes, just today) gives me a sense of accomplishment. I guess I’ll keep trying new ways of moving through the days until I find the right one. ✅

…a friend who sends podcasts. We have similar tastes in our love for nature and poetry, and she seems to find the one that speaks to what we need on a certain day. Listening isn’t my best attribute, so this gives me a challenge and I have been rewarded each time with some new insight. ✅

…water. I offered some to a delivery man this week. You would have thought I had given him a thousand dollars. His gratefulness made me realize how little we have to do to make someone really happy, and how surprising to make such a difference without leaving my front yard. ✅

…a look back. Now and then, it is good to stop and reflect on all the ways our lives have unfolded through the years. Surely we all have a few places along the way where we thought What is this??? Yet, here we are. Past it. Stronger. Smarter. Determined. Remember: we only have to do this one day at a time. ✅

…a look toward the future. Join me in picturing yourself sometime in the future in your favorite place (or a new place). You might be smiling. Laughing. Embracing someone special. Toasting to some new wonderful event. You’re safe. Well. All the people you love are, too. That day you’ll realize you made it. Picture it. Think about it, even for one minute a day. There is power in visualizing what we want. ✅

I’d love to hear that you’re doing well. Take care of yourself during these days. Keep looking for the good…sometimes it comes through the simplest, sweetest means. ✅

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Friday’s Five—May 8, 2020: Moms Get a Turn This Week

My sis and I were talking earlier this week and she mentioned a beautiful crystal vase our mom had given her years ago. Isn’t it funny how some objects carry so much meaning? I hope she will fill that vase with flowers this weekend to honor a truly good mother AND her own good mothering self as well.

I’m planning to make biscuits tomorrow, and I’ll use a pottery bowl with navy hearts on it. My mom bought that bowl for me over thirty years ago. It was really too expensive at the time, but she bought it for me anyway. It’s seen a lot of good use. I’ll feel her spirit with me when I make those biscuits. I’ll wish I could sit with her and share one or two.

Vases, bowls—-those outward objects that represent people/times/moments. Outward gifts to be grateful for of course, but maybe your mom gave you some not so tangible gifts. Maybe you’ll think about those this weekend. Maybe you’ll hear her voice. Maybe you’ll feel blessed or grateful or loved.

During these hard days especially, I think of my mother and how she’d react to this pandemic.

Honestly, she would be worried, but she would also fill her days with prayer and good works. She would laugh a lot and make us laugh. She would call us to encourage us. She would look forward in hope. She would cook or later in life, ask us to cook for her. She would envelope us in such a sense of well-being that we would feel better than we were. And she would say this:

Be good to yourself.

This was one of her favorite quotes from the book of Sirach. She probably said it when she bought that vase, that bowl. She already knew that when you are good to someone else, you are also good to your own self. Amazing how she continues to teach me, years later.

Thanks mom. I’m surely grateful I had you to love me.

Happy Mother’s Day, dear readers. Be good to yourself. It has an amazing effect. ❤️

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Friday’s Five —April 24, 2020

Five very good things from these past few days—

because if I have learned anything in my years here in this realm, it is this: there are beautiful gifts in front of us every day, but we must take a breath and slow down and pay attention.

1–my dear friend Kim enlisted her hubby to help, and they came to my house and created a raised bed garden for me. It has already been a daily delight for the grands and for me…such kindness and generosity. 🌱The bigger gift was paying attention when I mentioned I’d love to make one someday. How rare and sweet to be given an answer to a wish. 🌟 ( Listen to your people. Make a wish come true when you can. ❤️)

2-good music on the radio. As I write this post, NPR is playing a classical music segment. It’s calming. But this week I heard my fave song (Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd) in its entirety as I was driving—windows down, volume up. You know exactly what I mean, I hope. 🙌🏼 🎶 (Know the power of music to elevate your mood. Listen.)

3-cocktail hour with my sis. I kidded with her this week that we did long distance “virtual” cocktail hours before pandemic time made them cool. We are going on six plus years now—once a week and sometimes more—we settle in to create/chat/vent/sip, and I am always happy to hear her sweet voice. 🍷📱🍷 (Make extra “special”time for your loved ones.)

4-children’s laughter. Emma and Sofia are imaginative and happy and their voices reflect that, no matter what we are in the midst of…and this week, when I saw baby Clara, she smiled her slow sweet smile of recognition and then pushed her arms and legs out in what I translate as recognition of the love we already share. She “answers” with her own language and I answer with mine, knowing she already understands far more than people might think. 👶🏼 🥰 (Always talk with children at a higher level than you think they understand.)

5-poetry. It is National Poetry Month, and I’ve made a point to post a poem a day on social media. Usually, I create a project of some sort…this year, it’s a postcard project, which serves multiple purposes: it puts poetry into the world, lifts someone’s spirits, and supports our USPS. Will you join me in a grassroots effort to help our postal service? Will you send an extra piece of mail out once a week? (You have power to change things…use it well.) 🌟✅🧚🏻

Stay strong and well, dear readers. The world is in the midst of upheaval, but we carry on with our heads up and eyes open to the gifts around us. They are our strength. Remember. ❤️🌟🌟🌟

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Friday’s Five

Yes, I realize it is Saturday. 🙂

Somehow yesterday got away from me; even though my life has slowed down in so many ways, I did not manage to sit down and write this post. So, on a cool (for Texas) sunny afternoon I will share some grateful thoughts with you because late or not, I am dedicated to this practice of gratitude.

*cakes in mailboxes (My friend Paula recently delivered a warm lemon poppyseed cake as an afternoon surprise and belated birthday gift–delicious and maybe enjoyed even more, in some ways.) Proof of how we can lift people’s spirits in so many little ways.

*leftover cascarones (Well, just the shells)…multicolored evidence of the joy that transpired in my front driveway less than a week ago on a very different but still love- filled Easter Sunday…and a few hours of sunny time to celebrate between two thunderstorms. I still hear the laughter and squeals as two little girls chased their parents and me around, cracking the eggs and enjoying the time together.

* words from little ones on paper and in voice (Both older granddaughters are writing uppercase letters in their diaries, dictating notes to me, taking orders for food at their pretend drive thru/kitchen center.)Words on post its and scraps of paper fill the tables at my house. Lovely. The infant is not able to write yet, but she makes her needs known by crying if we pass by without interacting. She knows how to get our attention. She is learning from her sisters. “Up” requests Emma and “Come snuggle with me” says Sofia. I am happy to cooperate.

*seeds in cups (another thoughtful gift from Cindy)…one that continues to bring squeals of delight from all of us when we realize that tiny seeds do indeed sprout. Watching and tending to a plant is a valuable use of time.

*handknit socks (my sister Mary says I am one of the few she will knit for…well, lucky me.) If you are ever spoiled by hand knit socks, nothing else will seem to keep your feet quite as warm. Maybe that has something to do with the love used to make them. 🙂

So, there is my roundup of 5 good things from last week. There were many more, but these get the spotlight today.

Take good care of yourselves in these COVID/pandemic days. What are we in, dear readers? I ask that multiple times per day. And then I start looking for the good things to soothe my spirit. I hope you are able to find the good, too.

Be well.



















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Friday’s Five on Good Friday

I know so many are missing ritual and routine today.

The one day of the liturgical year when everything is upended: no holy water in the fonts, no music, no consecration …is all the more real this year because a worldwide pandemic has us looking at shuttered church doors, emptied holy water fonts for fear of disease, and no communion.

No Good Friday services. At least not in person.

The questions about the future remain.

We are in mourning.

That is the base truth. We are mourning the present, and we are mourning the past. We are mourning the future that has not been revealed.

In the space between now and what is to be, I invite you to:

Take a quiet breath

Close your eyes

Listen for a familiar sound

Really hear it…

And in the space between hearing and accepting the new truth about our circumstances,

Be still.

You are not alone.

We are walking with you.

You do not have to know what to do next.

You only have to be present.

You survived the moment.

Survive the next one. The next one.

At some point, it will change. Until it does,

Stay in the moment. This space.

If your body says it’s tired, rest.

If your heart misses a friend, call him.

If you feel like crying or screaming, allow that to happen, too.

Stay home. Stay safe. I’m praying for our world.

Please join me.


Friday’s Five

Tonight I’m remembering another time in my past when I made a determined and conscious effort to keep blogging, to keep writing even though the world I was in seemed to be (and was) spinning out of control.

I’ve often looked back at that time and wondered why I felt that I had to write, what was it about that act that somehow centered me. I understand it is control. This is one tiny way of making order out of mess.

For me, this act of writing and documenting is also an act of defiance. It is the I will look for and find joy in the midst of out of kilter days. I have that power.

I celebrated a birthday a few days ago, and while some might think that this is a terrible time for a celebration, I disagree. I’m glad my family and friends disagreed, too, because they brightened my day in many special and memorable ways.

We really get to choose more than we realize. I choose to keep looking for the light.

Here, a few of those bright light moments…

“Snow glows” and woodpeppers” —Emma’s words for dandelions and woodpeckers as we wander outside for walks …

“I want to write in your journal” Sofia tells me and then takes letter dictation for the words she’s wanting to record—-I recognize this as the gift it is…

That little orchid I bought in Sara’s honor a couple of weeks ago is getting much love and attention from her nieces. Something to care for gives us direction.

Visiting cardinals…they have returned, and I am able to give them lots more attention now that I work from home these days. I moved part of my work area to the sunporch so the outside is never far from view.

Photographs…old and new and the treasure of reliving the moments.

“Snow glows” and wishes ❤️

Keep wishing and watching and reveling in the days you are given.

Stay safe, dear readers. Stay home if you can. 🌟