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Uncomplicated, More Time to Notice
Ignacio L. Vallarta, Miguel Miramontes Carmona, Puerto Vallarto I like old bookstores, the smell of coffee brewing, rainy day naps, farmhouse porches, and sunsets. I like the sweet simple things that remind me that life doesn’t have to be complicated to be beautiful. Brooke Hampton This photo was taken on a walk near the shore…
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What Autumn Knows
A Walk in the Woods “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald I’m anticipating cooler weather later this week. I believe fall is in the air. Autumn is never a sure thing in Colorado. Some years it seems we go directly from summer to winter, and…
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A Different Person Then
The Bird Girl, Sylvia Shaw Judson, Savannah, Georgia “It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”— Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Weren’t we all different people then? We are the sum total of what we’ve experienced through the years. If I think back forty years, or even twenty, I’m…
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Let August Finish
The Last days of summer. Photo by my son “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” Annie Dillard Suddenly, the calendar has sped forward to the end of August. The hot days at the beginning of the month will soon cool and slide into the evening chill of autumn.…
Aging with Grace, Annie Dillard quote, August, Autumn, changing seasons, Childhood memories, end of summer, fall, family memories, Gratitude, life lessons, living in the present, nostalgia, passage of time, savoring the moment, seasonal reflections, September, Simple Pleasures, slowing down, Summer Memories -
The Pull of Home
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.”— Jane Austen Home is my favorite place. I’ve worked to create a space where I genuinely want to be. Because of that, I cannot envision having a job that required me to travel all the time. Given a choice between another hotel room and my…
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The Portrait We Paint
Life imitates art far more than art imitates life. Oscar Wilde If you think about it, we are the artists of our own lives, and what we create is uniquely ours. The portrait we paint of ourselves is a composite of nearly every aspect of our lives. We decide, at least to some extent, what…
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