Garden Home Adventures
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Yearning for My Soul
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to write before we left for Florida—in fact, I thought it was highly unlikely—but here I am. My husband wants to leave at 6 AM. I’m not sure about that, but I’m glad to be here writing. I felt sad about the prospect of not being able to write. …
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Evolution of My Garden Home
The coolest thing was happening yesterday morning while I was writing these Pages. Unbeknownst to me, three deer were out back enjoying the corn I’d left the night before. I didn’t find out until I checked the app later in the day. Before starting these Morning Pages today, I glanced at the app and .…
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What to Do the Rest of My Life
Last night my sister and I got on a conversation on the phone about death and not knowing when the last time you will see a loved one. She has a son who is a police officer, as well as her husband, so she lives with that possibility every day. I pointed out, too, that…
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Not Recognizing My True Self
I enter my Garden Home on the terrace by the fountain stream (or creativity stream). I’m feeling the stone steps beneath me where I’m sitting that lead down to the stream. Around me, the leaves of the trees rustle in the wind. I listen as I watch the water flow by. Sanat comes up behind…