Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Focus 52
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It rained today. For the first time in months, I heard thunder. I felt raindrops. I was at work, busy with customers and orders and separate checks, but even though I couldn't really dance in the rain, in my mind I imagined I was. And it felt great! Sweet! Last Sunday I met friends…
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I follow a certain ritual almost every morning, finding a spiritual, mental and physical balance that goes completely out of whack the rest of the day… I begin at the kitchen table, enjoying a first cup of coffee and my healthy cereal (topped with blueberries and Greek yogurt) while reading something inspirational. Right now it's…
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Old books are precious treasure for me, no matter what the subject. Art within and without. A window where I can peer straight into history. My son recently took possession of these. He feels the same as I do about books. Even old books. I can see it in his eyes. And I can't…
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The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate. ~ Opray Winfrey I turned 50 almost two years ago, along with all of the people I went to school with. We spent a fabulous year celebrating one birthday after another, each time celebrating all of us jumping into…
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Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Tom and I celebrated early with a walk through the woods with the puppies, where odd things caught my eye, like this branch and its shadow against the aged cedar tree… and this colorful cactus… And then on the road headed home, Tom spent a few minutes trying to free a…
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I woke to a Winter Wonderland, Central Texas style (translation: an inch or so of snow) Not quite enough to cover the rocks, but hey, you northern people, don't laugh! It's like icing on a cake, and you know, icing makes everything taste better! Or in this case, look better… and also justifies freezing our…
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I spend a lot of time on things I enjoy … walking through the Hollow, writing, photography, running, dancing, watching movies, reading, connecting with friends … But there's one thing I do purely for fun. It benefits no one but myself. It's not something I can do with anyone else, like walking or dancing…
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Jim called himself an Indian, not a Native American. He was born and raised in Oklahoma, but for the life of me I can't remember what tribe's blood ran through his veins. His skin was dark like oiled leather, his black hair untouched by gray despite the thirty year difference in our ages. I…
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