Tall Tales from Kansas

This strange (normal for Kansas) weather pattern of vacillating between really cold days and some warmer days has allowed me to squeeze in a few walks outside. Some days when it is cold and gray I want to make myself go outside, knowing I will feel better for doing it, but I just can’t talk myself into it. The spirit is willing but the body is weak, or something like that.

Anyway, this was a lovely morning, and all the elements of the out of doors filled me with that sense of “rightness” that can happen when all systems are in synch.

The church of the glassy river is a holy place.

There was a stop after the walk on Massachusetts street for a spot of coffee and some recording of events, thoughts, plans, dreams, etc. Right when I walked in a young man said “I like your green top ma’m”. Then he told a lady at the counter he liked her holiday sweater. I liked him.

I did not fill the remaining pages of this journal with anything earth shattering. There was no list of favorite things done in 2025. No resolutions made for 2026. I plan to have some joy-filled moments, but I am going to let them arrive when I least expect them, like this day in the coffee shop, sitting back as life unfolded quietly.