Spring and Everything

My music tonight is the song of Pacific tree frogs in the wetlands near my house. My office window faces the stage.

My sons want to know why frogs advertising their manliness brings me joy. True enough. Silly, really.

“I’m here!”

“I’m here too!”

“Pick me!”

“No, me!”

Spring also means beautiful clouds, daffodils, blossoming trees . . .

Possibility.

The frogs persistently sing of possibility.

 

Worthy music, indeed!

 

A crocus from earlier this month.

Notice all the muddy ground.

A Blast from the Past

I’ve been organizing bookshelves in my office, and I found some classics from my past.

When I was 13, I had to make a decision about continuing my Catholic faith. I decided to step away from the church, and I had many questions. This book helped me with that:

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Well-worn reminders of why books are so important.

I had almost forgotten about this fun middle grade adventure:

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Check out these great interior illustrations:

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As Long as we have Beauty

Today is the penultimate eve of the new presidency. Like many, I have great fears for our future. Not only does idea of a horrible world leader terrify me, but the new reign of greed, well, that terrifies me as well.

These are scary times.

Yes, it is also a time of action.

Many are drawn to march and serve in public office, which is awesome.

There are other ways to fight against the hate.

As long as we can create, we can move forward.

We can create beauty, and as long as we have beauty, we have hope.

As long as we appreciate the beauty, we have hope.

And I hope to create beauty in truth through the characters and worlds I create.

Here’s something beautiful from one of my favorite composers. It’s worth a listen when the news is getting you down.