Color Memory

I woke this morning to a fresh snowfall. As I looked upon our crystalline backyard, I observed how the white blanket seemed to hush the noise of the nearby interstate, silence the song of the finches, and dampen my own spirit. The snow stirred my color memory, taking me back to a long-past yet still-tender…

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Cleaning Chalkboards

I read the Red Tent Living themes for January, sure they would be about new beginnings and starting over; something in my heart rebelled against what I thought I would see.

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