Gazing out through the window that opens onto the world of Spring becoming. A wind chime moves gently in the warm breeze inviting…..beckoning….all that are inside to come breathe the air vibrating with life. 537 more words
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Do you remember as a child when you used to pick dandelions? Gently (or not so gently) you blew the tops to watch the small air born bits drift here and there leaving the lonely stem in your hand, only to pick another one and do the same thing all over again. 266 more words
Yesterday was at times a challenge as I spent the afternoon and evening by myself with family thousands of miles away in California.
Trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that ached inside of me for physical connection to my sons and grandchildren. 284 more words