What is OK?

Hello, it's not too hot and it's not raining.

Loosey, the forest stray is still hanging around. I have to take photos through the window… she always looks like she’s frowning. But she’s ok. Eating anything that is offered and napping in the compost pile.

I got a new doormat. I like it. What I like stays with me for a while.

This seemed silly at one point but I said to myself, that’s ok, enjoy the lightness. Hold on to innocence I heard my mom whisper to me. There is a crumb in this photo. I guess that’s ok.

I kept going to see exactly what I might be thinking.

I think I was trying to imagine that everything is OK. There’s so many ways to be ok, even if it’s adjusting to everything not being ok.