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Another Look at Grace
I do not understand the mystery of grace-only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. Anne Lamott When I chose, Aging with Grace, as the title for my blog, I did a lot of thinking about grace and what it means to me. Over the past…
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Retrospection
What you see before you, my friend, is the result of a life time of chocolate Katherine Hepburn A life time of chocolate and a myriad of other influences. All the wrinkles, white hair and extra pounds have been earned. As we age, our past experiences and choices have a way of catching up with…
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Abundance isn’t Always Simple
She gives us hope that adversity can be overcome and it’s possible to find a way back.
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Who Do You Follow?
Tell me who you follow and I will tell you who you are. Andre Breton I ran across this quote in Notes on my phone. I have everything from the garage door code to a list of books I want to read on this app. In this case, seeing this particular quote was a bit…
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Perfection
The problem is not that we are not perfect, it’s that we think that perfect exists. Author Unknown I did not inherit my Mother’s skill for flower arranging. The problem, I believe, is I just don’t know when to stop. I keep moving the bedraggled flowers around until they are bent over and wilted, begging…
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It’s Never Too late
For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, you have the strength to start over. F. Scott Fitzgerald For as long as I remember, I wanted to go to Paris. Because of…
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Tranquility
You should feel beautiful and you should feel safe. What you surround yourself with should bring you peace of mind and peace of spirit. Stacy London I have written about my unease in this post pandemic life and about my love of flowers. This vase of summer flowers, beneath a painting of a field of…
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It’s Relative
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best. Oscar Wilde Many years ago, I was walking through the Christkindl Market, in Fredericksburg, Texas, when I came across a woman selling handmade quilts. I noticed this quilt, in the photo, buried in the back of her stall. When I said I was…
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