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I hobbled downstairs today. Found the light shining on the kitty and the African violets.
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I fell sick on Epiphany, packing away Christmas ornaments and trying to grasp what was happening at the US Capitol through a fevered gaze. Two weeks later, I’m getting better but realizing the road to healing will be harder and longer than I’d hoped.  For me. For my country. For all who’ve suffered loss this year.
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Oh, what a year.
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But just look at that light. This kitten. Those flowers. Epiphany isn’t a day; it’s an unfolding, an ongoing revelation. Never darkened, never dimmed.
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Hold on. ✨
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#homeisaplaceofwonder #nothingisordinary #noticepausetreasure #throughtheseoldwindows #sacredordinarydays
A virus story✨We WERE afraid. I admit it. In this house, too many of us are too asthmatic and too familiar with the ways even an ordinary virus can send us to the hospital just like that. Respiratory viruses are the stuff of my nightmares.
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For ten months, we have been so careful. No visiting, no traveling, my youngest doing second grade by my side day after day. It’s true that my first thought when I knew I was sick was, “It’s not fair.”
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 It isn’t fair. For us, it has not been a nightmare, just a long, hard road. For too many others, it has brought great suffering, even death. It isn’t fair. I don’t understand. But in this house, I have seen mercy, and I have seen love, and I know those gifts aren’t given only to me.
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 Day 10. I’m still in bed, but I no longer feel as if I’ll always be here. I am grateful for the Christmas days when we celebrated. And I am—somehow—grateful for these January days of rest.
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From the @prayasyougo_official app today: “It is, as the Irish prayer says, when we are held in the palm of God’s hand, we will find rest.” In my sickness, I have felt myself held, and I have found rest.
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PS We have been very careful for ten months.  I am astonished that the pandemic found us. If you also are motivated to avoid catching this virus or passing it on, I encourage you to be even more careful this winter. 💛
Same sun, new day.
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Remembering hurts but it also heals. Thanks for remembering with me in my Stories today. 💗
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Anniversaries always circle back and find us, but we are not the same. Which is its own kind of grief and also our hope and comfort.
Remembering those not-so-long-ago days of open windows and homegrown flowers ...
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Am I the only one who finds hard things harder to handle in January? I’ve been scrolling through old photos from spring and summer and finding so much comfort. It’s as if I can feel the breeze and the sunshine again (and perhaps not surprisingly there are no mosquitoes or humidity in these memories! Ha!).
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All shall be well, friends. Spring isn’t gone for good. And, the even better news? Spring is something that invites are participation. Even now. Especially now! So plant those good seeds (of every kind).
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#botanicalpickmeup #weareplacemakers #flowersandotherstories #oldhouselove 
#cultivateglory

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