I would, quite often, like to be grownup, wise, and sophisticated. But these gifts are not mine.
~Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
Struggling, just now, with where to put the words I’ve put down here. Should I move them over to my private journal or current work-in-progress? Leave them here? Are they too heavy for a blog post? Do they warrant further rumination?
Have you ever noticed that the more you write and exercise your mind the easier (and I use the word not in terms of being simple, but rather like the smoothness with which milk mixes with coffee) it becomes to get caught up in deep thoughts that challenge you?
So I choose to move my morning reflection elsewhere and will leave you, instead, with a few more things for the simple happy list. Maybe you would like to add a few of your own?
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Eight deer foraging in the green space behind our home.
Mike and mom brunch.
Leftovers for dinner.