I returned late last night from a few days away at Montreat, North Carolina. I wasn’t at a conference there (my daughter was) but I just had a rental for some days of what I planned for writing, rest, and hiking. I did two of those three things - the writing didn’t happen. There was a lot of these last few days that were my body and spirit telling me that it was time to rest and just not
Your dog, Scout, makes you funny. Down Dog. Hahahahaha. Other than that, the ice beckons me. I want to lay flat, face down, like a priest taking vows in humility. Water, in all its forms, is sacred to me, even when its sharp.
Thank you 💛
You are most welcome. Montreat lends itself to things like this
Love your posts and your pictures. They always make me think and be grateful so many things. So many blessings to numerous to write.
Thank you Ginny. Wow.
Your dog, Scout, makes you funny. Down Dog. Hahahahaha. Other than that, the ice beckons me. I want to lay flat, face down, like a priest taking vows in humility. Water, in all its forms, is sacred to me, even when its sharp.