Door.

This is a door. This is me approaching the door. This is me standing here: threshold. This is me going through the door. Door. This is me saying DOOR. Door door door door door. And sometimes: Hello, Door. Entry. Last week I taught this class on the Art of Embarking....

Planting hidden surprises for later.

Yesterday I talked about the practice of leaving presents for future-me. And Larisa told this awesome story in the comments about how her brother used to throw fistfuls of Jolly Ranchers into the backseat of the car to discover later. Exactly. Like that! There are so...