I start lists everywhere I am..to do lists with columns of "house" "work" and "other". My " good things" list is mostly a morning vocation and exists fleetingly in my head..and then..is gone.
Two grown rabbits
light rain fell in night and rain barrel is full again
purple sage in bloom
first Sandhill Cranes flying along the Rio Grande..migration has begun.
fish painting done for a friend
When I was a kid and my parents would start a yelling match that I could not bear to witness ..I learned that nature and art could take me to a safe place.
not hiding ..just resting for the next ordeal ahead.
Was watching the Cranes and thoughts of the ease at which they up and fly towards a new seasonal home..no fences, no paperwork, no lost children. Their route is imbedded in their DNA. Animal instinct to survive will lead some to harm ..but still they lift..and softly go their way.