Touch is powerful. When Joel and I held hands for the first time, it was electric. I don’t mean to sound dramatic here, but Joel had only hugged me or lightly put his arm around me for at least the first couple months of our relationship. So on a chilly night in early spring, fire crackling in front of us, Joel slipped his fingers through mine. Finger. By. Finger. The butterflies came up out of my tummy and into my throat. I’ve never seen Joel act in impulse. This wasn’t just hormonal or emotional, it was intentional. There was purpose behind it. He didn’t just have an urge to touch me and do it. He was saying I was important. Worth his time. He was saying he saw a future with me and was ready for whatever was next on our great adventure. He wasn’t acting on an in the moment “feeling…” Continue reading “I Got a Feelin’…”
I grew up with a fascination for wildlife from as early as I can remember. I collected caterpillars, caught bumblebees, captured leopard frogs, toyed with toads, netted butterflies, inspected beetles and ladybugs, played with kittens, held baby bunnies, scouted for crayfish, swam for turtles, spotted birds (and their nests), picked up snakes, peddled grasshoppers (seriously, I sold them for 25c at a garage sale once. 50c for the red-winged ones), carried baby geese and ducks, petted dogs, horses, cows and cats. Continue reading “What I’ve Learned From Animals”
Land in Hand 