Thanksgiving Day…
So here’s the thing, my husband is a fabulous cook, and he likes to do so. And even though as I said, he has had to work everyday (and night) this weekend – somehow, much like the Shoemaker and the…
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. . . and to you this day . . .
thanks and giving and giving thanks…
Yet another bit of grey… It is our Thanksgiving weekend, and yesterday the increasing fallish-ness of the season starts to weigh on me a little. With things to celebrate, and a long weekend to enjoy, I find myself feeling just…
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because of this…
because I am a reader, a thinker, a listener and I hope, a learner because I am a writer (in my own small way and said in my inside voice) because I am a nurturer, a feeler and a person…
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when softly you see…
Do you know of your own inherent perfection? Ever marvel at the wondrous-ness of you? If you happen today, to stop and look closely, what is it you’d see? Somehow we have slipped into October quietly without fanfare the garden…
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good news day…
Good news, is good news even when offered in small increments (disguising very grand packages) Love is love is love when served with intention and given its purpose kindness is kindness is kindness and rain ever so gently delivered and…
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and again we are here…
and again, we are here… and I find myself grappling with how to not be consumed by the world with the loud and the hostile inhospitable, selfish and cruel with the power hungry and the greed with the sweep it…
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looking at light through my window…
I recently spent the evening out with friends. I know for most people this is not news, it is however for me not something I do so very often. Yet this occasion was for very dear friends, and a celebration…
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stop rockin’ the forest…
I’m standing outside in bright morning sunlight camera in hand a brief stop on my walk of gratitude I am trying to zoom in on a tiny flower that has caught my eye mild frustration or possibly disappointment sets in…
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thoughts from the laundry pile…
I am a person of stuff and all too often too much stuff piles of stuff head full of stuff too much stuff here is my deep thought for today, life is a constant sorting of stuff what stuff to…
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sometimes it’s a whisper…
They speak to me of love of life of colour and texture of light and freedom of fresh air and soft breezes of dew drops and rain of faces turned to sunshine and heads bowed in peace of all the…
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