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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 12/19/22

Definitely marveling this Monday morning.

Last night I made my rosemary spiced nuts for the holidays, and our apartment still smells incredible this morn.

South Georgia pecans and walnuts; a mixture of brown sugar, cayenne pepper and Kosher salt; finely chopped rosemary from my window herbs, and melted butter.

15 minutes later …

Deliciously marvelous holiday joy.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 10/10/22 “Atlanta Pride Parade”

Marveling as about 100,000 of our friends joined HR and me at the 2022 Atlanta Pride Parade yesterday.

Sen. Raphael Warnock showed up, accompanied by his fellow Georgia senator and friend Jon Ossoff …

As did gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams …

Side-note: There were about a dozen other candidates present, all Democrats, for various state and local offices. But there wasn’t a Republican candidate to be found. Not one. No Gov. Brian Kemp. No Herschel Walker. I wonder why.

May we all drive on toward full equality.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 10/3/22

Sitting in my faithful study chair with my “it’s-a-brand-new-day!” coffee precariously perched upon my knee (what? you don’t do that?), I suddenly noticed/was mindful of the Glorious Morning Sun streaking in through the blinds.

A shiver of joy awakened me once again to the Consistencies of Life: new morns following each night, breathing out following each breathing in, beauty all around just for the price of looking and seeing.

Here’s another day, dear,
Here’s the sun again
Peeping in his pleasant way
Through the window pane.
Rise and let him in, dear,
Hail him “hip hurray!”
Now the fun will all begin.
Here’s another day!

— from Glad Day by Graham Robertson

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 9/19/22

Walking to beautiful Forsyth Park here in Savannah, HR and I came upon this old Spanish Moss-covered tree we had passed many a time before.

But this time, the tree beckoned us over.

“What,” I asked, still not sure what was going on.

“Why do you all walk past me, ignoring me, disrespecting me? I have been here long before any of you arrived.”

And for the first time in, well, forever, I saw the tree as a living being. A fellow creature on planet earth.

A tree who “sees and understands.”