Day #345: Bees
I am grateful for the bees who are a vital part of the chain of life. I grew up very afraid of them … I
I am grateful for the bees who are a vital part of the chain of life. I grew up very afraid of them … I
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
A new batch of review books is piling up on my desk. Their topics are irresistible: voting rights, resiliency, the well-researched similarities between humans and
My world spins on an axis of storytelling. In every part of my life, it is the stories that bring people together. It is the
I have a new project. I’m going to shift my mindset and decide that I love winter. I must. I dread the season so entirely
I am grateful for this reminder that there are many fine elements of a well-lived life.
As I look back over nearly a year of proclamations of gratitude, I note that spring and summer and fall each earned excitement. Beautiful seasons,
Avid history hunter-gatherer that I am, I am grateful to the archivists and historians who maintain Facebook groups for my communities, Old School Rice Lake