This week begins Children’s Book Week.
While that’s a fantastic thing, it begs the question:
Why doesn’t EVERY DAY celebrate books and children?

As the National Poetry Month heads to a close in the upcoming week,
a question still remains…What Is Poetry?

Boredom. We abhor it as if it were the flu.
Or try to swat it away like we may a house fly.
An unwelcome guest. A burden….But is it?

We are not all that different from trees. Carbon-based. In need of light and nourishment.
Mostly living in communities and communicating in our own languages.
Battling the elements as we attempt to develop resilience.

It’s less that TWO HOURS from the release of the Mueller Report. All eyes are on the outcome. Half the country believes the President is innocent of collusion and obstruction. Half the country wants him tarred and feathered.

We imagine life in snapshots. Still. Permanent. Solid.
But life and all it encompasses is more like a flowing river.

Gratitude is not just a moment of thanksgiving we acknowledge every November.
Gratitude is a way of seeing. A way of being.

To say our world has many challenges is an understatement. But much good exists. Even in the darkest times, there is incredible light.

Let the writers and poets and speakers of the world continue to capture our hearts and minds through their carefully (and often uniquely) chosen words.

We often see what we expect to see. So seek the good. See the good.