Friday, July 28, 2017

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

~ Mark Twain

It feels like I have a busy day ahead.

I break it down: water and harvest in the garden; freeze green beans and whatever else I gather; pick up a few groceries; make dog food; tend to a couple of administrative things in my office; make some decisions.

It doesn’t seem so busy when I look at it that way. I realize it feels so because there’s no slot for sitting on the deck with a book and a glass of cold tea. That, and the making decisions part.

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Funny how some dates stick in your mind. Today, as I noted the date for this post I realized it’s my sister’s fifty-sixth birthday–my adoptive sister, the sister I haven’t seen or spoken to for sixteen years and who, I imagine, I won’t ever connect with again. No regrets . . . well some . . . but some things are best left as they are.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. I am sorry Linda that you were not able to make a lasting connection with your adoptive sister. But yes, sometimes things are best left alone – unfortunate as it is….

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