Adding to The Collection
I collect moments, if you recall my mentioning that last year. Odd to think I collected only one moment all of last year. Don't you think it's time for another?
"Yes, high time," I hear you say.
So click here for my friend, AquaJane, as she describes the April rainstorms that have escorted a new season of life to her doorstep: A New Season.
Thanks for checking in on me! Tom and I just got back from a valuable "Weekend to Remember" in Myrtle Beach, SC, where the gas was $3.65/gallon, the temperature was 80 degrees, and the sun--the SUN, mind you, was shining! (Remember the sun? The star our planet supposedly revolves around? It was warm, and bright, and yellow and hung in a blue sky with white clouds. Yes, the sky used to be blue, not gray, not rain over and over and over . . .) I'll post some pictures for you sooner or later.
WRITING UPDATE: This is my month to really write. I took parts of the manuscript to SC with me, but didn't take a peep at the pages. I found I was drained and burned out! But today I looked at the chapters
. . . I hadn't looked at them for months. I cried. They're good. Crying is good. They're gentle and wise, and oh, so needed. God help me.
"Yes, high time," I hear you say.
So click here for my friend, AquaJane, as she describes the April rainstorms that have escorted a new season of life to her doorstep: A New Season.
Thanks for checking in on me! Tom and I just got back from a valuable "Weekend to Remember" in Myrtle Beach, SC, where the gas was $3.65/gallon, the temperature was 80 degrees, and the sun--the SUN, mind you, was shining! (Remember the sun? The star our planet supposedly revolves around? It was warm, and bright, and yellow and hung in a blue sky with white clouds. Yes, the sky used to be blue, not gray, not rain over and over and over . . .) I'll post some pictures for you sooner or later.
WRITING UPDATE: This is my month to really write. I took parts of the manuscript to SC with me, but didn't take a peep at the pages. I found I was drained and burned out! But today I looked at the chapters
. . . I hadn't looked at them for months. I cried. They're good. Crying is good. They're gentle and wise, and oh, so needed. God help me.
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