After a very trying day on Thursday, I spent the morning with my legs up and resting. There was tea and toast, long overdue thank you notes and a brief trip to the Norton Simon Museum. The afternoon ended with a dear, young poet singing his latest collection of songs at our table.
How blessed is life when our hearts are open? We only need to allow the sweetness in, call the sweetness to us, recognize when angels are in our midst. So a difficult day is followed by a day of enjoying the simple beauty of the blessedness of life. Blessings on your blessings this cool winter morning.
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Beautiful photos, beautiful thoughts. Thinking of you.
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