The umbrella moved first. Then the hemp twine took off down the hill. Then the metaphors started

Somewhere between training wheels, Dorothy clicking her heels, old Sunday school songs and Queen wanting to ride a bicycle… my brain connected some things sitting on the porch this morning 😆

Not me having a whole realization over socks… but here we are. Sometimes it’s the small things that show you exactly what you’ve been missing.

I thought it was one thing… turns out it wasn’t. What looked fine wasn’t working -and that changed everything.

Notes from the Threshold April 9 – Building into the New Moon on April 17… and continuing This reflection, Post-it Notes, Check Engine Lights, and Carpenter Bees , began with a quiet moment on my porch. Alright… You ever have one of those moments where nothing is technically wrong… but you know something needs your attention? Yeah. That. ⸻ We’re not in that stretch anymore where it was one thing after another. At least, I’m not. That season ran its course for me. This fee