The East Coast sun at 7:30 AM as a result of the West Coast fires. It is sacred ash. All that remains of forests, grasslands, homes, habitats, and fellow dwellers of the planet.
Gratitude
Early morning walks, yoga, zoom with my friends, cooking my own dinner. Small pleasures.
I spend way too much time looking for my phone.
It can only get so lost in one room. But, at least once a day, I go off on a wild search.
I used to have that problem with my wedding ring. And, I couldn’t say “Alexa, call My Ring”.
Then, one of my friends brought my imaginary giraffe, Gingerbread, to “life”. And, since then I have not misplaced my ring.
Yesterday, I decided that Madam Giraffe could stop holding odds and ends in the kitchen. I moved her to my work/dining table. And, if my phone isn’t in my hand or being charged – it will be in the custody of Madam Giraffe. So far so good. When the phone rang this afternoon, I knew where it was. No, trying to echolocate – now where is that sound coming from. And Madam Giraffe still has room for the occasional pencil, paperclip, or old school note.
Mālama pono