Winding Roads

Someone read a poem today. That made me think The winding road is our lives. Many of us reach the same destination. Albeit different ways, Different paths, whys, hows, with different words for the same concept --- a nearly same experience. Isn't that the wonder of our uniqueness yet sameness? We begin a path, a …


When I look, really look at the variety of colors, shades, textures, patterns, sizes, etc., etc., etc., in the garden and mountains beyond, I am stunned.¬† Consider, for just a moment, the endless shades of pink.   How does that make you feel?

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