Come Walk with Me
@ ThankU.io 

I was delighted when I spotted him peeking over the brush. Then I realized he was looking right back at me. Sometimes when we stop to notice the world, the world notices us too. I saw the antlers first. Then the ears. Then that wonderful face peeking over the brush. I stopped to look at him. And then I realized... he was looking at me. Lately I've been walking the same trails I've walked for years, but I'm seeing them differently. Maybe it's because I've been deliberately pra

This tree is right outside my great-room window. I look toward it nearly every morning, as I gaze east over Silicon Valley to where the sky begins to brighten, and the sunrise arrives. And then one morning, I saw her. A heart. I've been looking out this window for 20 years, but I'm seeing things differently. Maybe it's because I've been deliberately practicing what I call Bloomscrolling, my antidote to doomscrolling. Instead of scrolling through everything that's wrong with

I went back to find the Hobbit Tree. Turns out, I had already found it. Sometimes what we're searching for is right in front of us. We just don't recognize it. Well, this is embarrassing. I told you about going back to find my Hobbit Tree, the wonderful old tree where I'd planned to leave a little yellow kindness rock. I couldn't find it. So I found another wonderful tree, tucked the rock inside, and decided perhaps the magic wasn't where I'd left it. There was just one probl