First Aid

First Aid, August 2020

I took this photo 5 years ago and never used it in any way. Never even edited the RAW file. As I was going back through my archives, searching for another image, I came across this one, and it made me smile. Because now I know there is very little in life that cannot be repaired. Rupture and repair is the work of lasting relationships.

I am right here. I’m not going anywhere and we can work this out.

Hey, we’re on the same team. It’s me and you against the problem, not me versus you.

A Band-aid won’t do the trick, but building trust will go a long way toward healing.

Where'd You go, Donna?

Frog Level Fire Department, July 2020

When I texted back to my friends that I couldn’t talk right now because I was in Frog Level, they laughed and wondered just where in the world I had gone. Sometimes I disappear for the better part of a day down a country road in a small town where I always feel welcome and at home. I love to explore and am incredibly grateful that I have somehow found a way to be both a homebody and an adventurer.

About Town . . . While Running Errands

Please ring doorbell, August 2025

Nate’s Bagels, Pastry Case, August 2025

From the parking lot on Sheppard Street, a view of the delivery entrance. And from Nate’s Bagels, a pastry case well on its way to empty. Sometimes there are no reasons for what I notice. At least none that I can discern. But I follow my intuition and take the pictures just the same.

No Donations Today

I have a dear friend who is like a sister to me. Her parents treat me like a daughter and remind me what abundant love feels like. They surprised me with a gift today, a pocket money pouch, with some “fun” money and a few handmade items from the Ma (a woven potholder) and the Pa (an oven stick to pull or push hot items from the oven).

I remind myself that it is okay to accept these gifts. That I am worthy of this loving kindness. And that my strength lies not only in giving but also receiving.