Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Of Life and Love
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Belle turned 15 in January. So of course we threw her a party with a cake that she and her two nieces shared. We've never had a dog this long. And as of right now, judging by how she'll still chase after the neighbor's truck if we let go of her collar too soon,…
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Belle just took me for our 4th or 5th, maybe 6th, walk. It isn't often she has me home for the whole day and she is taking full advantage of it, all in the pretense of seeing something suspicious through the window that we have to go check on, and then doing perimeter checks around…
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Gratitude. That's my word for 2023. While I've faithfully written in my gratitude journal every morning for a few years, and have gotten better at noticing my blessings and telling God thank you, I realize I've become neglectful in telling the people around me thank you and showing my appreciation when they help me,…
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It is a glorious autumn day here in Long Hollow. The window behind my monitor is filled with cloudless blue sky and shimmering leaves of orange and gold. Tomorrow I will be focused on cooking and celebrating with a few of my kids, so today I'm indulging myself with reflection and the sharing of…
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This is a repost originally published on my other blog almost 5 years ago. I was thinking about it this morning and felt it was a fitting tribute to those we are remembering on Memorial Day. I'm proud to say this young Airman is now my son-in-law. I was honored to attend the Air…
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Every morning Belle and I take a walk on our caliche road. We have a set path of about 1.5 miles. First we head in one direction where the road twists and turns and dips, then we backtrack past our house and up a short hill before turning around and returning home. Belle sets…
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Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours; it wanders wherever your children do. ~Author unknown In the old days, before masks, hand sanitizer, and social distancing became customary, I would get an achy feeling in my heart if it had been more than two weeks since I saw my grandson…
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Man has made many machines, complex and cunning, but which of them indeed rivals the workings of his heart? ~Pablo Casals I had just stepped into the last house on a property tour when it happened: my heart seemed to turn a somersault, I nearly passed out, and the pounding started …as in,…
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