It started Thursday evening when we picked up our 10-year-old granddaughter for a dinner out. The conversation was lively and I learned so much about the world from her perspective. Then Saturday, our oldest daughter announced she was playing her first ever hockey game, so we drove to the city to watch. I didn’t even […]
Are we awakebarely breathing? Mounting raucousshattering sensibility Hatred buildingrights withering Who will survive? I, chirps the solo bloom Timid-voicedoverlooked radiant in her fragilityconfident Breathe (Art my own)
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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