a long, slow bloom…

It’s planting time, the season of stiff hands and shovels, unnerving surprises and solutions-to-find and scurry, (a super-busy time for my gardening business) and I’m trying, really trying, to un-hurry up about it. I don’t want to waste precious moments trying to strong-arm time; I can’t control it’s pace but  I can choose mine so I’m…

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free to mosey…

“It’s gonna be too late” is a haggard-making lie. How would it be if we shake off the fear of missing out, of regret, of coming up short and trust ourselves instead into the  slow,  unrushed flow of showing up to the moments as they come, just  relax into the ramble of our ride on down this river, free…

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