Im doing a lot of painting, reading and hiking right now. As for the rest, the words “sphere of influence” cross my lips several times a day like a calming mantra for my blood pressure.

I love the way these red trees almost look like a waterfall cascading down the mountain. I’m happy to have captured it.

Every autumn the mountain puts on a different show. No two autumns are the same.

Indeed. When they rounded up the Japanese Americans, myself and my family included, for internment during WWII out of fear over Japanese spies and saboteurs, two thirds of us were U.S. citizens.

Don’t think it won’t happen again when they come for the “undocumented.”

Found in one of my journals:
The best thing you can do for world peace is get your own shit together. I’m making sure my own light isn’t dusty by cleaning up my own mess.

Think of social media accounts as your home. Think of following people as the people you let into your home. If you randomly follow just anyone, you end up with one of those parties you can’t explain to your parents, holes in the walls and puke on the floor.

Hold the keys. Curate your sanctuary.

Musing over the Information Spinners on all sides this morning. How quick we are to believe the other side spins and ours speak truth. Until we get rid of lobbyists, all of them spin and we are dinner.

With thanks to my friend Lisa.

Rest is rebellion, too. They want us running scared. Have a cookie. Read a good book.