Reemerged myself into the rituals of a Sunday morning,
and refueled my senses with what they needed.
~after a busy week~
A sense of wonder...
...in the small touches of goodness, sweetness, beauty, and innocence in life. Plan A. volunteer at the barn. Turned to plan B when cli...
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When I sat to reflect on the last few years, I expected it to look a bit like waking up after a severe storm. Broken and destroyed. Or in m... -
I'm learning that I can't want something for another person. I can only discover what is right for me. What's right for them, ...
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