I went with my parents last week to visit their parents’ gravesites. My mom’s dad was in the army, so her parents are buried in a military cemetery.
The sky that day was strangely beautiful.
I’ve not seen a sky — shapes and curves in the sky — quite like that before. You could almost see skeletal bones. Ribs, spine, pelvis…
It was a monumentally striking image. Fleeting, tenuous, out of reach.
And then I turned my gaze back down to the rows of white stone, resting places.
As above, so below?
a word in small letters 
Welcome back to blogging- I have missed you.
Thank you, Clare! We’ll see if it sticks…!
Once a month, perhaps? Not as a tedious obligation, but- What might I enjoy writing about, for the blog?
Mindy, you always amazed me. Your artistry, your sense of free spirit fashion and all the cool little details of your home. I have been inspired by you and I have fond memories of our friendship.
Hugs, Deb
❤