I stand at the window and look out at my garden. Birds come and go from the feeder.
Read MoreI stumbled into my shoes, pulling on my hat and coat before rushing two wagging dogs out the door.
I was still wearing my nightshirt.
I wasn’t wearing any socks.
I hadn’t even put on my glasses.
Read MoreWith only two months (and a bit) of the year left, I find myself looking forward to next year while also looking back over 2019.
My word for 2019 has been GROW. In some ways I feel that I’ve fallen short with my intentions. I don’t know about you, but for me I can look at all I still want to do and forget about all I already have done. Last week I was looking back at my seven years of calendar making and remembering how far I’ve come in that time. In some ways I’d almost forgotten.
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