This morning I woke to find a scattering of snow had arrived in the night. I went out to take a few pictures, and was drawn to an old tree stump out back. A shelf fungus and clumps of moss held the new snow so prettily. The stump breaks down more season by season, and these organisns have found their home, albeit a chilly one now.
Nature always seems to know her own boundaries though, what a thing can take and what it can’t. I admire the ones that can take a lot and still go on, enduring.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.