A Cultivated Purpose

A tale of inside buildings, childhood hearts and purpose.

A Beckoning Blessing

Written in remembrance and celebration of my Pake, my Friesan grandpa.

An analogy to start 2018 with truth, wisdom and kindness.

A poem for this Christmas season.

Choosing to rejoice, recognizing choice and the process to rejoy.

Here and There, He and I, We and “Let’s!”

Two hands, one inimitable collection of doodads, thingamajigs and whatchamacallits.

What does it mean to this Adina, to be Adina?

True signs, fun fonts, and what it means to be “normal” or not normal.

Getting more serious about blogging and how I’m not Supergirl. And that’s okay.