maybe it was

Grace. Sunday's child is full of grace. When I was younger I remember having a necklace with pendant proclaiming my good fortune of being born on a Sunday. I swear it said bliss. Sometimes the clearest memories are beautifully adapted to what we need.

sometimes just walking...you come across little mantras of sorts

Zora doing what she does best. We are both relieved to feel the sun on our shoulders and ears.

Well, almost. It seemed like a good idea to start and now it seems like just another blank page that is waiting. Waiting for words to roll off my tongue in perfect cadence through my hands... Actually, I do have a few things to say -- it just takes awhile for me to get started. And I will. Soon.

and so it begins...