Category: Inspiration
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Seasoned…
Next month we will be moving very close to one daughter (the other one lives across the world). Not as close as “Everybody Loves Raymond,” but close enough for the need to set some boundaries, like texting before popping over. We are excited about this new season in life, a big circle from 25 years…
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A Post Revisit on Seventeen Minutes…
The following was previously posted in March, 2023. I hope you enjoy the rerun (as I continue to pack and prepare for a move). What brings you joy? What would you choose to do if you were magically given two extra hours one week? For me it would be active music (passive music is always…
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Quote of the Week…
“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” Alan Watts, 1915 – 1973
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Untethered…
We are moving across the state (it’s a big one). I’m up to the task of culling things to simplify the move, but the brain chatter of what to keep, toss or donate makes for sleepless nights. Harder still is the slow and sad process of saying goodbye to our friends, communities and activities that…
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Song of the Week…
“Sing a song of May-time. Sing a song of Spring. Flowers are in their beauty. Birds are on the wing. May time, play time. God has given us May time. Thank Him for His gifts of love. Sing a song of Spring.” Traditional May Day song from the U.K.
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May, Oui!…
May might be my favorite month. Our family celebrates a birthday, Mother’s Day and an anniversary. May is flowery, bright and full-on Spring. It also ushers in millions of mosquitoes and fruit flies, but I’ll share (even as I swat those pesky biters). When I was a kid, my mom told us about May Day…
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Quote of the Week…
“If a dog manages and directs a thousand sheep, it is not because of the genius of the dog, but because of the sheep’s folly!” Mehmet Murat Ildan, Turkish playwright, 1965
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Wool Gathering…
Wool gathering gets a bad rap. The phrase has come to mean mindless daydreaming. It is derived from an ancient practice of gathering bits of wool left behind on fences and bushes by grazing sheep which would yield little reward from a handful of tufts. Here I picture a proper young woman from the era…
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