Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Hitting the road
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"Simplify, organize, simplify…" a small voice has been chanting in my head lately, making it difficult to concentrate. So when my friend Gwen invited me to add some of my things to her garage sale this weekend, I jumped on the chance to de-clutter. By yesterday morning, my car was loaded with two large boxes for the…
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Today is the fifth of November. How can that be? Does anyone else feel the swoosh of time flying by? If I'm not careful, with just a blink it will be December Eve. November is full of writing challenges – novel writing, nonfiction writing, blogging… Why? Who decided this was a month to focus on writing?…
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Dear God, Thank you for this day, for letting me wake in Mam-ma's room, surrounded by so many sweet memories. Thank you for the sounds of Daddy, moving around the kitchen, and the rumbling thunder outside, a promise of rain on this parched land. Thank you for this time with my Mama and Daddy, and…
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings For the past few weeks, I've felt like a jumping bean, hopping from one project to the next, never quite finishing one before moving on to another, mentally filling to overflowing a shelf…
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For twelve years now I've trekked to the coast with friends for a much-needed respite from "routine". Two years ago, a beautiful weekend was made unforgettable: Laura Bush spent the night at the same condos we were staying in. I wrote about it (HERE), but didn't post the photos my friend Donna took with my camera of Laura…
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"Be the first to hit the dance floor." ~ Love, Dove Finding this in my chocolate wrapper today made me laugh. I'm frantically tying up loose ends and scratching to-do's off of lists so I'm ready to hit the road with my Lago girls first thing in the morning. Today is the eve of our…
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"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer." - Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885 Wednesday night, alone on the Bistro patio after a special banquet, I bent over to un-velcro a small cushion from one of the metal chairs. Triple digit heat had given…