cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I feel nothing changes you like a new city and new people. I remember when I got the news that my family and I would be moving. I had come home from school and was tired and pissed off as I often was, being an angsty seventh grader. When my parents told me our house…
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Find inside of you a maze As strong as it can be It’s quite a strange mysterious Place For it’s a part of thee. When painting a space for rest And finding your beginning tree First weave out of splintered leaves a nest For your sacred Place to be. Just take a breath and blow…
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The heat in Texas is still in the high temperatures. As I entered our air conditioned home, I silently lifted a prayer of thanks.
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