It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
Saturday we packed up the garage (with help). Dusty, dirty, and exhausting. Sunday we attended and then hosted a farewell party for our Ukrainian roommate, who is going back to Ukraine despite all our protests. Yes, two separate gatherings. Heart wrenching. This morning, we visited our new apartment building to get set up with a […]
I agree with Liz, and the image is beautiful.
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Thanks
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Most welcome.
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Like trees that survive by bending in the strong winds.
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Yes!
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Yes. (K)
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Words to live by.
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Is that quote from Strong Ground? It’s on my bedside table but haven’t dug into it yet.
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Not sure. Maybe you’re sign to start reading?
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That may be. I did reach over and pull it out of the pile!!
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