This morning I notice a bookunder the nightstandby our bed It’s called Fifty on Fifty orsomething of that naturewhile here I am on the eve often years pastand… I’m not even sure I have read it it seems strange yet,…
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Last night at dinner,my first spoonful of tomato soupand soda crackersaw, looooook I say to himthe broken bit of cracker on my spoon a perfectly lovely heart the other day at work,it’s the time of year that the whitewash comes…
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Today, it’s just a perfect fall day,wet andsoggythe colours outside are stillbrilliantrain, almost alwaysisneededand it’s Sunday… so it suits this morning, quiet startcoffee with my loveand conversation of things to comenew chapters unfoldingin real time we talk this morning aboutchanges…
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Today,I am enamouredby change(tis the season and all that) today I ambesottedby human kindness today, I am absolutely awestruckand amazedby love and today, if you’ll bear with me, will be an odeto my lovely husbandthat is to say, once againjust…
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This week marked thirty yearsthat we have beenin our houseand always this day feels just likelove to meclearly, I can remember coming to look at itfrom our first tiny, greenhouseto this lovely, large, older charactertwo small boys in towneeding to…
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Last week, MondayI come in from work to tell himI have hit mylow earlier, I have quite silently whispered to myselfI cannot go oneverything feels, as if Iammuch too fragile for this old world on the inside, I push througha…
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“If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”~ Lewis Carroll Days have felt likeAlicetumbling down into the darknessofthe rabbit holeunable to grab hold of muchor make senseof a worldgone tonon-sense…
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Today,our anniversary33 years, my love and Ias Mr. and Mrs. what I was thinking about this morning,those many years agowe were married on a Saturdaywent away for a few daysand my husband was back to workby Tuesday life is not…
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September one…always feels a bit like, the new yeardoesn’t itmy most loved season starts to face itsendand we, each of us,in so many waysbegin to facechangeandwaysof letting go today as I sitclouds in the gorgeous skyever so slowlysailchanging from the…
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If I was to begin withnothing much to tell you… it’s the season of my husband working lots(there’s a few)and the nature of the business he’s inwe’ve never had weekends likepeopledoso, we’re not off adventuring orweekendingone night a week we…
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