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trees line a hidden road behind my house. i go there to walk and think and look around at nature. i found a kettle during one of my treks. large, heavy and black i like to look at it and imagine the family that used to use it on a daily basis.
i've not had a big writing day today - too much going on, too grumpy, not enough time. but flashback to just a couple of months ago and realize that you weren't writing anything at all! so even this brief 60 seconds (coupled with the 30 minutes of morning pages this morning means you are writing an enormous amount compared to the past...
a man in his big brown truck just drove up. i've never talked to him on more than a professional level. none of the time we have spent talking was anything ore than a hello. none of his life is known to me and none of mine to him. i wonder who he really is.
a woman devoted herself to her God because no other was worthy of her devotion. she lead a life of quiet peace and love to her heavenly Father. she gave to those in need the most important thing she could- her gift of intercessory prayer.
near or far? where would i like to be? far from here today. nothing personal about this day or this place, i just have a place far away in mind. white sandy beach, clear blue ocean, preparing to go out for a little snorkel excursion.
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