The sun is shining this morning, and I am enjoying it. Last night, the half-moon shone, and I enjoyed it, too. The sun doesn’t belong to me. . . .

There has been grief lately. I have felt shy about my part in the grief, and I have tried to hide it. I am not. . . .

Sometimes, sadly, I live life on a ladder: I am on one rung, and. . . .

When I woke up this morning, there was no water. Yesterday, there was. . . .

Some days ago, I remembered to look for times of wonder--those small, oft-missed moments. . . .

Last night, I noticed that one of our plants was bone-dry. Its leaves and flowers were drooping. . . .