Spark #3

I've wondered what exactly to write about Spark #3. It has loomed so large in my life I didn't know where to start.

I could go on for days, simply days, about the people, the inspiration, the music, the magic. But it occured to me I really don't need to say a single thing.

I'm going to let the pictures tell the story.

And no I'm not pregnant. I just look that way because I ate a ton of naughty stuff at Spark and I puffed up like a balloon person.

Serves me right.

All photos were taken by the adorable Maggie Holmes.

good news

You know what I like?

Good news.

In elementary school we would have the good news moment over the intercom right before the pledge of allegiance.  "Mrs. Egbert is going to have a baby boy! And Karen McDougal from Mr. Reese's third grade class is going to the regional spelling bee championships!"

What a way to start the day.  And I didn't even like Karen McDougal.

Sometimes I wish that as I eat my breakfast an intercom would crackle on and give me the good news moment.

"Thomas scored 95% on his book report! Michael Chabon has a new book out! Frankie Valentine didn't bite anyone yesterday! Now please stand for the pledge of allegiance..."

And I would, because I'm patriotic like that.

But, it seems, good news is a little scarce these days.  This depression we are in, well, it's a little depressing.

But I know a secret. A little good news, if you will. You don't really need someone to tell you what is good about life.  Look around.

I am.

Everyday I'm looking around me at all the goodness that I have to be grateful for. I'm practicing daily gratitude.  If I had an intercom to speak into, I'd broadcast my good news to all my friends every morning.

Alas, no one has seen it fit to hand me an intercom.

But I have social media.  Join me this month in practicing daily gratitude. Everyday find something that is good in your life. Post it to Instagram, facebook or Twitter. Use the hashtag #dailygratitude.

Come on. Join in.  I wanna hear your good news.

植物誌

She is thousands of miles away in a different land, in a different culture, and yet, I feel as if we ever met words would be superfluous.

Our hearts speak the same language.

all photos found here 植物誌