there has been so much shifting in my small life these months, that i heardly know where to begin. i have half a dozen blogs saved and unfinished. they are incomplete and complex, and i don't feel capable of the succinct and conciseness of bloggers like dear one christy.

my dad said any piece is a gift. and as long as this blog gives life to myself and others, maybe i will try more often to post incomplete and unfinished. after all, this is the way i feel much of the time, and i am worth seeing, knowing, reading, even as i feel myself living in the clouds. and on this neverending rainy streak, it feels appropriate to move forward, still yearning for spring flowers, hot sun, and late sunsets.


thank you dad, for being a sure thing in my life. in your imperfection, as you are, with love overflowing.


thank you for hanging shelves all day. for standing patiently in the most feminine of all stores with me while i decide between plate and bowl, red and green, flower and stripe. thank you for being soft. thank you for being strong. thank you for being open.


rudy is a dad. i remember this today, and pray for all dads that they would have the courage to be present as they are.