It’s Sunday. We have turned our clocks back and are in the dark months. A few days ago we were out early—leaving home at 6:30 am—for an appointment and I remarked how the quiet streets reminded me of my morning commute when I was still working. Gerry reminded me of what I used to say
As I’ve been pondering blogging, what it once was, and what I imagine it returning to now, I remembered The Simple Woman’s Daybook. Months ago, when I was really struggling, I began listing things in my journal that I saw, smelled, tasted, heard, and felt as a grounding practice. It sounds simple, but it helped.
Have you heard of the The Simple Woman's Daybook ? I've seen entries on a few blogs of late and decided to join this morning.I am thankful for....my husband who blesses me every day.From the kitchen....a pot of ham and vegetable soup in the slow cooker.I am wearing....black dress pants anda sweaterI am readng...Jodi Picoult's