My fear is a pool
constantly fluctuating in size and depth and violence.
Sometimes I only get my feet wet.
I gingerly dip in my toes and wiggle them a bit… 149 more words
Maybe one of these weeks, I’ll stop being so proud of my ability to just go with the flow, but it’s not happening yet. It’s a pretty big deal for me to just release my tight grip on wanting to make things go a certain way and instead go with the way the wind blows, but I’ve been consistently pulling it off (with a few hiccups) for a while now, and it still makes me feel all proud inside anyway. 1,156 more words
One of my favorite cartoons about the First Thanksgiving shows several Pilgrim and Wampanoag women in the foreground setting a table for a huge feast, while in the background their husbands (both Native American and Pilgrim) are playing a rousing game of football. 468 more words