A few weeks back, Tom, Zach and I traveled to Lakewood, Washington to visit my mom and stepdad. My mom and stepdad are pretty awesome people. Sometimes I feel guilty about not visiting them more often, but I do enjoy it when I do.
The Book of Tea recounts a Taoist Tale about a magic harp. It goes something like this – a long time ago, a giant Kiri tree reigned like a king over the land. Its roots mingled with the coils of the silver dragon that slept beneath it.
I know a storm is coming. Wind swirls around me. The smell of rain The smell of change Drip, drip, drip Water rolls between my fingers I look up. Boom! I’m drenched. Love, Ana
“Stir, stir, stir,” the brownie mix comes together, as sunshine spills through my kitchen window. It’s a lazy Sunday. I’m making brownies for another photo shoot.
I think you know a person like this, but there’s a person at my work who is always saying bad things about people. You can kind of hear what the person is saying because the person whispers loudly. And every time I go by that person I want to say, “Luke, don’t give in to ...