I am heartened whenever I see a plant growing from a rock-- full of faith, bold and true, its chin up, its blossom to the sun, as it does the impossible regardless of what environment doubted it could do.

Having a bad day?  Get off the conveyor belt of sameness, put on a crazy outfit and some electric lipstick, (You too, fellas, for fun, if you're so inclined!), and get out there...write some chalk thoughts on the sidewalk, dance a jig, or as close as you can come to it....and love the world geographically, one piece, one thing, one person, one moment at a time.

Think Young

Thinking young is not the same as thinking small.....


Children are like fireworks. They throw themselves at the world, burst magnificently from mediocrity. They run faster and faster in a playground until their feet barely touch the ground.  They spread flat-out on a merry-go-round, and watch the sky, where nothing is out of bounds, spin wildly overhead. Every day, I learn something from a child or reach back to try to make myself from scratch again through a childhood memory.