June 10

I found sunlight on water this morning.

Sgiob crossed the stream on a felled tree with such dainty feet – it was an absolute pleasure to watch: trit, trit, trit, trit with the tips of her ears bouncing.

May 29

Small Shiatsu Dog woke me with paddy paws on my back
and a message about the goodness of the day
and all the refreshment to be found in a nice bowl of kibble.

The yard smells of mown grass and that is all Grace –
and the kitchen now glows with a spring-green-leaf-seeming –

and that is all Grace.

Every day Grace is all around me, holding me in love
and wonder.

May 28

I went a little further today,
and I did some trail work in the sense of clearing branches out of the new path.
And I processed some regrets,
which is a lot like clearing branches out of a new path.

OK, Thursday, apparently you want to be Metaphor Day.
I can go with that.
Now, what is “ignoring the laundry” a metaphor-for?