Unordinary

Ordinary Days

Sometimes, Unordinary days happen inside the ordinary.

Unordinary ordinary days are always available to us.

People who find these days are sometimes called delusional.

Don’t listen to that, that’s part of the inversion.

Because some people forgot how to connect the imagination with the heart.

They can’t see the invisible right in front of them.

Blank spaces tether the tangible in extraordinary ways.

Bridges grow from falling limbs and overgrowth.

Trees sprout up and things appear as if always there.

The supernatural lives WITH the natural….just add a “see.”

Butterflies dare you to follow them across fields of dandelion wishes.

I’m watching a bird splash in the bird bath as I write this. Magic doesn’t need a top hat, only water and wings.

The same flowers return year after year to climb the fence….violetess of the iron ladder.

Old trees share their wisdom and resources to help new growth as they slowly make an exquisite long departure.

This bird was playing a game with me….a new friend welcomed.

It all started this morning with the moon lingering on forever as if she would not set until the sun rose.

The ducks expressed gratitude in a theatrical display of duck duck (no goose).

One of my cat’s pretended to hunt mice as he’s gotten lazy in his old age.

And new plants and trees have sprouted up to reveal themselves including this peony. Considering I have zero gardening skills, everything I planted and forgot about it somehow thriving! Miracles abound!

These are images I captured in my yard on another unordinary ordinary day today (April 3, 2026).

Because life is magical when we give our attention to the liveliness of all that is a vast dream we can actually touch and interact with….because we are it.

Do you think the trees don’t ogle over your presence when you give them the opportunity to witness you….things are not one sided?

Ordinary days can be difficult.

Before coffee or anything to do with me, I make sure everyone is alive, fed, watered….mid-day comes with cleaning and petting, because love is what makes everything work.

Nothing artificial here, just a whole lot of realness.

This is my little family on my windy abode.

I hope you enjoyed coming along with me on another unordinary ordinary day. My heart is full to witness such beauty and share it with you.

In love, beauty…and irrationality,

Angela