We drove a friend to the airport in Toronto, today, then picked up our grandchildren and took them out for supper.
They are always a delight. I usually sit in amazement over something they say or do. My granddaughter informed me that she had photographed an image I would really like, and it would be waiting for me in my email when I got home.
She was true to her word: it was there, and I do love it.
It’s a fabulous time to be alive–we can communicate so easily, so quickly. We have NO excuse for remaining isolated and alone, which is usually a result of our own inner resistance anyway.
Here’s a seasonally appropriate image I created some time ago and never put out in public (I have thousands of them).
He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. Maybe Christmas, he thought… doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps… means a little bit more!
…………….~ Dr. Seuss, from How the Grinch Stole Christmas