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Life can be so confusing sometimes. The other day Milt cut my hair for me. (I like it shorter than most beauticians are comfortable with.) Anyway, I looked at the inches of hair falling to the floor and it looked like fur. I was joking around with my sexy stylist and told him my . . . → Read More: A Young Soul in an Old Body Share on FacebookThis morning I sat down at my little desk to assemble 50 Bead People gift sets that will be making a trip to Italy next month to take part in an international spiritual walk. Every time I play with these little people assembled from the rag tag jewelry I collect at yard sales, thrift stores, or generous bead donations, I am amazed at all of the people they have touched. Earlier this month my friend Gaydel sent me a picture of a little Bead Person hanging from the handlebars of a bicycle on its way to New Delhi, India. . . . → Read More: When Spirit Crashes Through . . . agree Share on FacebookIt is 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon in mid-July. A thunderstorm is cutting through a sea of humidity and bringing us a little bit of breath. We went out on the boat today with my sister, Becky, and Steve today. It felt as if the sky was sitting right on top of us—so heavy and hazy—like we were a part of another world. We swam twice—it was blissful to jump into that cold lake. I’ve been trying to figure out why I’ve been feeling so flat lately. . . . → Read More: Living the Dream or Dreaming to Live Share on Facebook |
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