There were no bits and pieces of flags in my yard this weekend...apparently my Angel got her hands on a raspberry gel pen and a yellow post-it note. Because in the park this weekend, dogs and I turned the corner, stopping at a large grey boulder that Billy and Clutch say is the park's canine sign-in sheet. And there it was, just sitting there.
This seems like a timely thought as Elul winds down and the hard stuff, the opening of the soul, is right around the corner. This particular thought doesn't seem like much of a challenge anymore, I'm happy to forgive myself for just about anything these days. So I need to go back to the park and see what else she's got.