Thanksgiving is a time to practice the attitude of gratitude, but it is not the only time. I encourage you to use Thanksgiving as a starting point. Allow it to be the spark that lights the attitude of gratitude within you—today & every day. This…
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I Am Angry
Read moreI spent a portion of my weekend in a right tizzy. I am angry about the SOPA Act that will give the government new powers to block Americans’ access to websites that corporations don’t like. I am angry that Congress declared pizza a vegetable. I…
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Life is Magic: Skylands Botanical Gardens
Read moreLast weekend, Matthew, Bella, & I took a ride to the Skylands Botanical Gardens. The gardens are about fifteen minutes from our house. How lucky are we? I know, I know. It is the most magical place. The gardens are the perfect place for explorations…
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Poetry Friday: Wild Geese | Mary Oliver
Read moreWild Geese | Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell…
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I’m Getting Married!
Read moreIf you haven’t heard the news, I’m getting married! My partner of five years—Matthew—and I got engaged in April. While I am not the most traditional gal, I am truly excited about planning a celebration with my friends & family to honor the union of…
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Act, and God Will Act
Read moreAct, and God will act. —Joan of Arc I believe in the power of prayer. I believe in the power of manifestation. I believe in the power of positive thinking. Not only do I believe in these things, but I know these things. I have…
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Sunday Sweetness: Sea Otters
Read moreSea otters hold hands while they sleep so that they don’t drift apart. ♥
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Sweet November
Read moreDespite our freak October snowstorm, it has been a beautiful autumn here on our little mountain. Daylight savings always throws me for a loop. I hate leaving the office at 5:00 p.m. and walking out into darkness. Still, the beautiful November twilight skies take my…
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Poetry Friday: who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
Read morewho are you,little i | e. e. cummings who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)