open to signs…
Some days feel like sluggin’ through mud ya know cold, wet and grey without the benefit of much sun, one’s shadow cannot be seen but the weight of it feels enormous and shoulders feel weary spring seems to be in…
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. . . and to you this day . . .
a walking through words…
This morning I’m thinking about words or language and our use of such I am reading a book, a work of fiction which is a genre I don’t read quite so often a book that found me which so far…
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I take my waking slow…
Snow huh…. it’s in the waiting for spring, increasingly the world seems to thrive as a fast paced society in a rush for change, hurry up, hurry UP to move, move, move… and then to wait and complain, and complain…
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read this.
I don’t often outright recommend books, I get that everyone reads and appreciates things differently, however – I HIGHLY recommend you read this book. You, who are a reader, You who may not be a reader, You who may not…
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wrapping myself in love…
Today, I am wrapping myself in love.. I wake up this morning worried about a friend who has been hurt at work, and wearing the helplessness of the wait as well as concern for a friend who has been hurt…
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a never ending search for things… that beautify
If you follow me here, you may possibly be aware of my fondness for books, I am almost equally as passionate about documentaries I suppose the obvious thing that relates here is just how very much I love stories stories…
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like sunshine through clouds…
“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?” ~ Jane Austen in a letter to her sister, June 15, 1808 And so begins my day… this morning I send a message to a much deserving friend, just…
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brave souls like me…
One of the fun things about me now owning a cell phone, is that I have the ringtone set to a small symphony and when on occasion it plays, (obviously not a call coming from someone I know, as clearly…
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all the world.. in here…
“Finding where exactly the outside world ends and I begin—is not so easy.” ~ Nora Bateson There are a couple of writers whose writing I greatly admire well of course, that’s ridiculous there are many, many, many, many what I…
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and I think I’ll stay …
The house is quiet when I get up after a pretty glorious lie in although signs of life are everywhere no one is .. anywhere number one son volunteers at the hospital on Friday mornings, and my husband is busy…
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