Happy Pride from Savannah’s Forsyth Park.
Yes, I know. Pride is traditionally celebrated in the month of June. But it’s SO warm down here in south Georgia that we opt to have it in October. But today was a VERY warm October day.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Granddaughter Isabelle pumpkin-patching.
2. Fall!
3. I know I have mentioned this far too many times, but … the ability to BREATHE. In, Out. In, Out. In, Out.
4. Interesting trail names on a recent hike at nearby Whitemarsh Island Preserve Trail …
5. A cool artistic statue on the Augusta, Georgia river walk.
May you hurry to a wonderful weekend ahead!
Robert’s Hand, Benny’s Head.
What a Challenge!
I can’t remember the last time I actually jumped.
Can you? 
And at 72, why would I jump?
Maybe a teeny, tiny “jump” when HR sneaks up behind and tickles me. But that hardly qualifies as a legitimate jump, does it?
Grandson Gabriel participated in a basketball tournament up in Atlanta this weekend.
He’s a great jumper.
Perhaps I could learn a lesson or two from G.
I set forth an intention to look for ways to jump this coming week.
Join me?
Link to the full article …
https://www.cnn.com/2023/11/13/us/pink-gives-banned-books-at-concert-reaj?cid=ios_app
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“The world in which you were born is just one model of reality. Other cultures are not failed attempts at being you: they are unique manifestations of the human spirit.” — Wade Davis
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