Good morning. So quiet. So still. This note is going to copy past Thursday note writings from books on despair vs. hope. I have tried to decide what to take out, but am not going, for I know that those of you that know others going through painful circumstances, the length will not matter, the…
Good morning. Just enough light to know dawn will soon arrive. The sun will soon bring news from the other side of the world on her ventures during the night. The cranes are flying overhead, for I can hear their morning cries as they continue their migration. My angel of dawn is peering through the…
Good morning. It’s actually light as I type, a small token of hope from the heavens that spring is almost ready to wake up and show herself to us again. Clicking of my fingers my only sound. Steam from my coffee the only movement besides my fingers. A few little birds arriving early to greet…