This morning I’m reading about gardens and looking at early signs of spring springing up in other places I am relishing even a small bit of time with my love and sunshine (I’m liking that too) this time last year we had only just begun the shutting down now openings…
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What if, you rarely read fiction didn’t ever pay much attention to the best seller list preferred a good deep dive into biography or learning something new what if you didn’t much do netflix or really even which of those buttons to push didn’t quite understand the binge part of anything much preferred a good…
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This weekend, I am 630 pages in to a fantastic biography of the Brontës and have spent a good deal of my mornings completely absorbed thus this weekend, I gazed lovingly up at the gorgeous very full, and very bright snow moon basking in the glow that fell upon everything it touched …
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The sun shining brightly on my face as to briefly rendered one snow blind the scent of milder air hints of a season of change to come a deep breath in… and out thus, the morning begins in gratitude for a small visitor who seems happy enough with my offering of…
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How very lovely a day can feel when lit by the rising of the sun that calls you to come out and stand gazing up at the trees the wondrous stretch of blue-ness openlike sky, pause here for a moment to just listen to this… February…
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Again as we turn to grieving in the stories of us of which, I know little of how to counsel except to say it is good, for a time to sit quietly with this in our own stunned silence and devastation good also, to laugh to cry, to say and to feel…
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The moon was full, yet almost impossible to see through the clouds still, I leaned over the sink several times, looked up craning my neck, hoping for something brighter to shine through you know he says, I think I’m in love with your toes it’s the bubblegum pink…
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On this day to begin, let nothing vexing draw you in no feathers need ruffling no disturbances to settle look up from the book you’ve disappeared into slip off your slippers, and instead slide into some boots outside the softest showering of snowflakes a near silent dusting of freshness descending don’t…
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And again let us turn to more hopeful things, like the sun try as I might not to involve myself in American politics the fact of being subject to such an obnoxious inhumane disruptive neighbour for what felt like such a long and pain-filled time, then witnessing a rather…
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