Perspective

It is ridiculously late (for me) when I wake. At first, I’m dismayed when I realize that I’ve overslept and that the sun is already up. I’ve missed the sweetest hours. Then I remember the reason: that I was awake long during the night, and that some wisdom came in those solitary silent hours.

And it is well.

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. 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.

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