Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. DIANE ACKERMANAmerican writer and naturalist, present day Remember that Garth Brooks song, "The River"? It popped into my head this morning and is…
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Twenty-eight years ago today, Tom and I dismissed superstition by getting married on a Friday the 13th. We were so sure of our decision, so confident of our love and our future together, that we challenged those centuries-old superstitions to a duel. Well, of course they just turned tail and ran, because they could see…
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I'm not going to make any excuses for this draggy, Monday-blah feeling I have. It's my own fault. I know it. I'm trying to do too much, but I have no regrets, despite the lack of sleep, and I refuse to cut anything out. Yet. So this is a Monday post – kind of a…
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My friend Shari's daughter found this kitten and brought it home, knowing it would be in a safe haven until they found a home for it. Shari and her husband (despite his grumblings) are big softies when it comes to animals… But as soft as they are, they're like us… another mouth to feed is…
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Just as I suspected, I spent several hours catching up on e-mails last night. (Or trying to, at least. I was behind before I even left for vacation last week.) Two of them really stood out – enough that I decided to share them here, before I start boring everyone with vacation pictures and stories.…
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Their property backs up to ours. We've met them, but don't really know them. They aren't 'easy' neighbors, as in 'easy' to get to. There's a hill, overgrown trails, a barbed wire fence and lots of tree-covered acreage between our house and theirs. We've never socialized and our girls didn't either, although they were near…
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Yesterday morning as Max enjoyed his breakfast, I sipped my coffee and watched the clouds drift across an electric blue sky… a sky so blue I imagined God uploading it to Picasa and hitting the 'saturate' button to achieve it. Two Great Blue Herons flew down the Hollow in front of me, following the creek…
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Oh, how I dreaded this morning! The weeks have flown by, and Baby Belle isn't a baby anymore. She's a young teenager, capable of becoming a mother – and we had to do something about that. The challenge? At 6 every morning this dog is exploding with energy! She's Rocket Dog, Wild Child, Christopher Robin's Tigger all…
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I didn't sleep much last night. My eyes popped open at 1am and Frankie was on my mind, of course. But I woke with the memory of his closed eyes and my own words… "There were no marks on Frankie. No blood." I remembered his time-stiffened body, the dogs greeting us on the porch……
Long Hollow 