Friends

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My daughter and one of her friends laughing and ice skating

There’s nothing like a good friend.

You can be yourself………..but if you’re not, she notices.

You can share the deepest parts of you.

She knows your story and you know hers.

With her, it’s okay to not be okay.

She’ll let you be scared but help you be brave.

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forever friends

Your laugh makes her laugh. Your tears break her heart.

It always feels like yesterday, even when it’s been a long time since you’ve connected.

She makes you better because she lifts you up and she loves you.

She’s an original and so are you.

 

 

 

 

 

Bliss

I’m happy in the forest….hiking, exploring, breathing in the air, finding tiny frogs or strange mushrooms. Climbing over fallen trees and crossing creeks. The stark changes with each season are remarkable. The forest is almost other worldly to me and it’s a good place to think.

What makes the forest even better is when one or some of my favorite people are with me. Good conversations happen in the forest, too.

This is only one beautiful scene from a recent hike with my youngest daughter.

 

Sipsey River Trail in Bankhead National Forest

 

 

Fences

imageIn the country there are horses and cows. To keep them from roaming all over the country owners put up fences, mostly barbed wire.

Still, sometimes the livestock find their way out. We’ve awakened to a very large mama cow next to our front porch. Or had to slow our car down to wait on a couple of horses to get out of the way.

The fences aren’t perfect. A post will break, the wire will rust, a gate will be left open. And sometimes a curious bull wants to taste the grass on the other side and will find his way through.

But mostly the fences do the job.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”

Soul-Speed

 

IMG_2608I was sitting in one of my favorite spots this morning and noticed the sun shining onto the floor through the back door. I only noticed it because it’s the weekend and I was there on the love seat, sipping my 2nd cup
of coffee. On other days, I’m already at work by the time the sun comes through the grids on the door and makes this diamond shaped design on our bamboo floors.

But on the weekends I can sit and sip my coffee and read for as long as I like. I don’t have to be anywhere at a particular time. I move slower on these days……at soul-speed. The kind of pace that allows me to notice the way the sun is shining, and the leaves are changing, and the path the neighbor’s dog follows in the mornings. At soul-speed I can ponder things until they’re pondered out. At this pace I can have a nice long conversation with my husband and throw the ball with our dog for 30 minutes and make pancakes for the kids when they wake up.

At soul-speed, I catch up with myself.