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Category: Worth Quoting
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There are times in life when everything hits at once. Your car has issues, your family has issues, your house has issues, your job has issues… Opportunities drop onto your path that will scurry away if you don't jump on them right this instant but you don't know how you can squeeze another minute out…
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"Jesus Christ is risen today…" That song has been playing in my head all day. It started playing as soon as I opened my eyes this morning and then it was the first and last hymn we sang at Mass. It's still running through my mind, lifting my spirit, spilling sunshine into my heart. It's…
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Butterflies flitted around me on my walk this morning, hopping from flower to flower too fast for me to capture in my camera. (The one above is from last week!) I imagined they were celebrating the beautiful morning… dancing a springtime jig of joy. It was contagious – I felt joy rising inside of me…
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Awe is the finest portion of humankind… In awe one feels profoundly the immense. ~ Goethe We sat under a dark sky sprinkled with stars, catching up on each other's lives. The warm breath of the bonfire chased away the chill and the song of the creek drifted to us from the darkness. After a…
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I spent this glorious spring day with Tom and dear friends Shari and Robert driving through the hill country… ooh-ing and ah-ing at fields of bluebonnets, hiking up Enchanted Rock, and eating in Fredericksburg. I'm sunburned and dog-tired, but happily so. (Pictures to follow… you can probably imagine how many I took!) I have to…
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Hope you're all having a wonderful St. Patrick's Day! Perhaps it seems odd to post a photo of a cemetery on this day, but this is no ordinary cemetery. It's a Shallue plot in Ireland. I didn't take the photograph, but I hope to visit it one day and pay my respects to my…
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This afternoon I sat on a sun-warmed rock beside our pond, watching tadpoles scurry about just under the surface. A finger of wind traced ripples, sending drops of sparkling sunshine scattering like shooting stars in front of me. Butterflies flirted with flowers. Dragonflies flirted with each other. Max and Belle waded, drank, relished the cold…
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Last week I helped celebrate my cousin Ronnie's life. Looking through the photos afterward, Claire Bidwell Smith's words kept coming back to me… "Even in the midst of all this pain and sadness I see something beautiful." I snapped this one of Ronnie's sister Cindy surrounded by her daughters, grandkids, and great-granddaughter because of the…
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I'm late with my sweet!s. It feels like a whole month was stuffed into last week…highs and lows, late nights and early mornings, and miles and miles on the road. I've only been home long enough to sleep the past few days. I haven't even gone on a morning walk with my puppies since Friday!…
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It's somehow fitting that I've been reading Claire Bidwell Smith's The Rules of Inheritance for the past few weeks. Last night I dove into the final chapters, my mind still swirling with sorrow and joy that lingered from a quick trip to Houston for my cousin's funeral. Sorrow for friends and family wrapped tight in…
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