The busyness of the holidays is over.
The tornado that has been swirling since October is beginning to dissipate and I feel like I might just be able to come up for air. Exhale —inhale.
New endings and new beginnings. Just like that.
I’ve never seen barns so full while hearts are so empty. Never believed one could have everything and nothing at the same time. Yet they do. We do.
Scarcity is all around us. In the middle of a field of crops so big and wide and deep, souls everywhere are starving, empty, hopeless.
It was a routine procedure. Nothing to worry about.
Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
_Henry Ward Beecher
The fact that we had made it meant so much.
Our first Thanksgiving together was a miracle of sorts. This fragile, blended family had endured so much in such a short amount of time, many could have fairly reckoned we might not make it.
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I blink and it is Easter. I blink again and it is fall.
Time passes so quickly, quicker by the year perhaps. What happened to the time? Where did it disappear?