Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me daughter
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We shared Easter dinner with all of our kids today, no small feat once your kids get married and other families expect to see them on the holidays, too. It's been a busy week. Besides Mama's hospital adventure, I started an intense 7-week real estate training course, which includes journaling and other homework, like…
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Mama lies in a hospital bed beside me, still groggy from anesthesia. I listen to her breathing, every now and then glancing up from my laptop to the monitor above her bed to check her oxygen level. For me, it started with a call yesterday morning at 4:30. Mama was having difficulty breathing and an ambulance was on its…
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I have a confession: I often forget to write down my sweet!s right when I notice them. …if I even notice them to begin with. That's when composing this weekly post of mine becomes a real challenge, but even more important to accomplish. It forces me to stop and reflect on the seven days just passed ……
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I sat on the front porch for a few hours this afternoon. The sunshine and blue sky were so crisp I couldn't stand to be inside any longer. I grabbed my laptop and planted myself in a rocking chair to listen to training webinars while watching a cardinal and tufted titmouse take turns at…
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The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and…
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1. This is my new favorite quote: “The woman had laughed the hard times into wine.” -Ann Voskamp I'm not sure if it's possible to laugh hard times into wine, except theoretically, of course… but I love the imagery of it. Thanks to Jennifer at Ripplespeak for posting it. (And for…