Behold, the marimo. A spherical scrap of cuteness that took over my mind like a virus. While they are indeed cute, my marimo madness has another, more deeper explanation, one that takes me to the very heart of what it means to be alive on this planet.
If, or rather, when, they leave us, it doesn't mean they love us any less. And perhaps it means we come to love them even more.
Sometimes, appreciating a tasty meal or some fantastic glue is enough to make us feel a little less alone, and to remind us of the time when we were once cared for, sheltered, and held by the very gods themselves.
It is the new year, as celebrated by some of our ancestors. One more journey around the sun. Time to take stock.
The message is clear: unless her health or safety are at stake, she and she alone gets to decide who touches her body. Period.
It's often hard to know how close to be to our children. Case in point, once I nearly let my own child fall down the stairs.
Don't have a plan. Put away your phone. Heck, don't even take off your pajamas. And if you run out of stuff to do, may I recommend an expedition to your local drugstore?