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Maybe it’s not the scribbles of a pencil for you, but we all have ideas we discard. Do they scream at you from the wastepaper basket? Have your dreams died before you realised them? Did you fail mid way through? Did you cast them aside before you even tried? Try again. Every crumpled paper is…
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I am much more of a night owl than a morning bird. I love the quiet whined down after a long loud day. Because of that, I have only caught a very few sunrises, yet, they are a miracle that happens every day. What beauty have you been missing out on? Why? I think it’s…
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I love to watch the shadows grow. Some times the time goes fast and sometimes is crawls, but it’s always a blessing to watch. When we rest, the world doesn’t stop spinning, time doesn’t stand still. But something inside of us changes and slows, and maybe even grows. Have you felt it? ©2021 Mary Grace…
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Sometimes I feel like an overturned cup of confetti… Until I remember cups are for holding liquid, not everyone else’s bits and pieces. Confetti wants to be thrown around, shared, and bring colour to the world. Remember, it’s okay to throw those bits around, as long as you clean up after the party is over.…
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Trees are more like people than we often think. They hide so much beneath the ground, just like humans hid part of themselves behind pretending. Beauty, intricate personalities, strangeness, connectivity, how we and they reach out for each other. It’s often not until something unwanted, something uncomfortable happens and washes away the dirt, that we…
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Have you ever noticed how beautiful a well made path is? It guides in one of the most unassuming ways. “Please walk here. Yes, you are free to step away, but the way has already been made ready for you.” The most beautiful paths enhance their surroundings, letting you explore without destroying. We use paths…
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I have always loved the simple things in life. A nice sharp crayon. A heavily weighted paper. Yet the latter never belonged wrapped around the other, even in my child mind. I would unwrap each individual crayon so that the whole could be used for making my pictures. As an adult, I am learning how…
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The Mourning Dove is not a creature I ever thought about before our first homeschool unit last September. There are several pairs that call our neighborhood home, and a few of them even wintered here instead of flying south. Our feeder was a welcome buffet. Their call is a haunting song of love. I was…
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What is hope? An intangible thing that all humanity grasps for. Sometimes I imagine I can feel it’s edges like a feather soft thing, just out of reach. But is it really out of reach? Is hope something to be grasped? No. Hope is experienced, not held. Hope is found but not possessed. It lives…
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He knew the sound of a healthy engine. He could tell what was off… The sound wasn’t right.
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