“Every yes is a thousand nos” is a great quote from John Mark Comer.
Whatever I say “yes” to these days — whether it’s writing, composing, promoting, protesting, working, singing, socializing, or relaxing — I am inevitably saying “no” to everything else for a time. And, yes, that sometimes bothers me.
Now I shall say “yes” to some images (and “no” to thousands of other possibilities).
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Thanks to my husband Michael saying “yes” to housework, I can say “no” to that and “yes” to many other things.
Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “every yes is a thousand nos.”
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Thanks to you for saying “yes” to this post and “no” (temporarily) to a thousand other things!
It’s remarkable how many remarkably comforting and thoughtful remarks people have been leaving on this blog about the recent loss of our remarkable kitty, Oscar.
It’s also remarkable, to me, how anybody can still support our remarkable U.S. President, who thinks it remarkable that he passed a cognitive test and remembered the words “Person Woman Man Camera TV.” I don’t think it’s that remarkable that I still remember those words in order, days after hearing them.
Recently, I remarked to my husband that I found it remarkable that somebody had used a marker to mark up a nearby wall with this:
Yesterday, I brought a marker with me on my walk, with the intent to re-mark that wall. However, my marker was remarkably thin, so I couldn’t remark the MAGA marks, even though I tried. Instead, I marked up the wall directly above, like so:
As I re-marked that wall, I listened for remarks from people nearby on the beach, who were enjoying the remarkable day. Everything was remarkably quiet. When I was done re-marking, I resumed my remarkable walk.
Which of my photos today are the most remarkable?
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I find these images particularly remarkable, here and now.
It’s remarkable how comforting it is to have Harley around as we grieve the loss of our remarkable Oscar , who looked like this:
After I saw that cat food bag at the supermarket yesterday, I showed that photo to my remarkable husband Michael, who has so often remarked in many remarkable situations, “Look, Ann! That cat looks just like Oscar!”
