Last week I was in that mood: You know the one, where clutter shouts from the corners, the pockets, the drawers, even the rooftops! The only reasonable thing to do was to lace up my boots and go for a walk in the woods. Thank goodness I did. Do you know what I found? I … More Clutter in my drawers. Clutter in the woods.
The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in … More “Untouchably” Touched
I could hear them through my smell. Walking through a canopy of trees I stumbled into their conversation Crisp, cold ice dancing with mossy, rich mud. Greeting one another. One yawning, ready for rest Nodding wearily The other smiling … More The Reunion
I was typing some thank you notes on my old Remington Typewriter yesterday. Why a typewriter? Well, in my opinion, there continues to be no greater gift than that of the hand written snail mailed note. And since those that love me are honest, they admitted that my writing cannot be read. After readjusting my … More Complacency is the death of much.
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