Snow Therapy

I rested on my nordic skis at the edge of the meadow. The sun was just up, the sky perfectly blue. The snow sparkled, the meadow before me was a sea of glitter. It beckoned, promising a glorious experience, yet I felt small and alone, and reluctant to start across, for some reason. I took…

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A New Way to Live

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.  –T.S. Eliot   As I pulled out of my parking space, I realized my gas tank was on empty. How poetic.

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