The garden roses finally called it quits for the season, right in time for wild Manzanita to begin their bloom while daffodils break through saturated ground.

It’s a beautiful world. Magical, if you will. I will! I will find magic.

This is a photo dump of magic from last month: roses blooming through to the New Year.

It’s also a sharing of some deep thoughts, because well you know, that’s where my mind goes.

I thought you might enjoy.

We all could use more beauty. And more sharing. Good stuff. Connection. Common ground.

These are things I have to tell myself.

What takes more courage?

Fighting?

Or getting along.

Because I will not be divided.

And I will stand strong for a country capable of holding its center together.

Don’t fall, I tell myself. Don’t allow yourself to be ripped apart at the seams. Like the baby before Solomon, two halves are not the same as one whole.

Heavy sigh…

I want to shift…

Shift from seeing hatred

To seeing holiness

With everyone I meet.

Shift to seeing Sacred

Magic

God

Love

Whatever you’re called to name it.

Say it. See it.

Live it. Be it.

Try. For you, I shall find the courage to try.

Until next time,

With love, always love,

Gin