Thursday, January 23, 2014


And sometimes pages are turned.
Sometimes dawn brings with it new mercies.
Sometimes when we reach up there is a hand there willing to help us heave ourselves onto the next plateau.

I'm grateful for snowstorms.  For some reason shovelling snow encourages me in a deep indescribably way.

There is productivity.
There is despair then triumph.
There is me and movement.

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