This morning’s walk of gratitude is a quiet one, just me in the garden a few birds for company and the flowers another overcast morning, cloud blanketed sky today is Mother’s Day despite what you may know of me I am not (in some aspects) overly sentimental in…
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Today it’s a walk in the woods taking with me, my big bag of words… have you ever taken a walk in the woods a hike or a wander you come to a spot, completely shrouded by trees it is dullish and quiet possibly you have lost sight of the path and…
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It could happen that in the morning you have (not so unexpectedly) awoken the bear after a fitful sort of night sugar indulged night sweats and a sore neck it will stay with you, this bear carrying flashing signs of trauma and shame attaching them to your heels to drag behind, as if being…
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A morning venture out in the world for groceries has me not minding at all the current stay at home order as already, I am tired of listening… maybe today I feel like ranting E N O U G H of these stumble/trip, staggeringly half-baked measures that come at…
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This morning begins as I believe a Friday morning should gently with notice overcast skies a bit of the April showers about but how beautifully so gorgeous light from the forsythia in full bloom providing exactly the right amount of sunshine anyway coffee poured by someone you love at precisely the time…
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(from my ‘dailywoolf’ this morning) April 7, 1929 “I had something of the upmost importance to say, but can’t remember what.” – Virginia Woolf This then could easily serve as my mission statement, as I am thinking, what of this day was I…
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The view from my chair this morning briefly looking up from my book, has me besotted as will be revealed to youhere I am absolutely, and utterly in love with my house the history and character ingrained in each stick of wood each lick of paint each creak…
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(first thing, let me tell you right here today, I am annoyed knowing this if you feel inclined to read on it should be begun with a suitable furrowedscowl) I ask him, with a deep sigh Do you ever wonder about your own usefulness in…
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Friday feels to me like comfort it happens to not be a work day for me and has quickly become my favourite day most often I spend at least the morning with my love a small bit of shopping (also known as finding a few more books) the rest of the day, more or…
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Last year, at this time our daughter was on her way home her first year of college unavoidably interrupted for what we hoped would be a short-ish time a full year later, still in a hot zone nothing normal has resumed a wholly disappointing halt to something so…
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