Morning Nest Building

Morning Nest Building This morning I watched a small bird strip bark off a cedar pole for its nest and was, once again, reminded of Wendell Berry’s poem, Peace of Wild Things. Here are his words:   Peace of Wild Things When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least

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Lost in the Memories

Swamped by Memories Have you ever had a week where your memories completely overwhelmed you? One of those weeks where you functioned on autopilot, only doing those things you needed to do since your brain is occupied elsewhere? I did, recently. I’d been working on some issues from my past that seemed to be affecting

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