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- nothing conceptualises sunday afternoon bliss like a dog slumbering, belly facing the fire
- its almost the same as it was last time i visited 30 years ago, right down to the pews, and the hymn books, and the congregants (and the welcome)
- time for an afternoon cuppa with a treasured friend
- and margaritas with another later in the day
- i am so ready to be well again now, willing my body to rid itself of the virus that is doing the rounds this winter
- i pray for grace
- todays message :: love more and be thankful
- camp kitchens and bunkrooms still tug at my consciousness 15 years later
- as do the places where i grew up, wild & free
- nothing feels as comfortable as my own bed. small moment of gratitude for having a warm safe place to rest
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