All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
by Anatole France
Mothers Day
I Mother I sit with you in the dance of life I hold you close to my heart, Mothers... All of you, sisters with large hearts For none of us i...
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HELLO SEPTEMBER, THE SEASON OF LETTING GO And so begins the season of letting go, when Mother Nature shows us all, how it’s done. Let go, ...
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I started a new job as the Manager of a Lodge in northern Alberta at Calling Lake On the drive there I stopped in Vegarville for the nig...
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