Cozy hand knit socks bought from a woman in a little village high in the swiss alps, mon amour chuckling as he reads, stirring up some goodness, the scent of muffins baking, a friend's sweet baby granddaughter laughing, finding the perfect parking spot, walking in the sun along English Bay, afternoon tea by the fire, lighting the candles and opening the wine, toasting our new friends and their first five days in Canada, easing into a lavender bath...I love Sundays
Friday, January 23, 2015
Possible
It’s been more than a year and a half. A simple fall, with not so simple consequences, took me away – from this blog and, in many ways, from myself.
Many days it took all I had for the “need to do’s”, increasingly days held more “nice to do’s”, but this was the “icing on the cake” that just never felt possible. Until now.
I've missed it. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed me - this part of me, that sits to write a few words.
These past months have brought me many things. A new appreciation for what I once took for granted. Countless examples of love and support at the moments I needed it most. A reaffirmation of my own strength. And so much more.
It has also, eventually, brought me back to this page. I’m so grateful to be here.
Start by doing what's necessary;
then do what's possible;
and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
St. Francis of Assisi
What is possible for you, dear ones.
All good things, k
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