Sometimes

 things don't go as planned.  Is there a plan B here? 

This is the first line of your memoir

Imagine that.  

 

Taking in

the outside from the inside.  Later the three will consult with the one yet to come inside.   

 

Fallen olive tree

Gnarled.  Prehistoric animal.  A cave for air.  A valentine to absences.  I stand in its center and breathe.  

 

Yearly pilgrimage

 

S.F. Dahlia Garden with my friend Kim.  A yearly pilgrimage.  I'm thinking how friendship is fractal.  Beautiful.  Simple & complex.  And always, always, in the moment.  

Just what Monday needs

 

A fabric pinwheel.  Just like Monday, setting the week in motion.  

Consider

what the simple lets in.  What the simple lets out.  Breath.