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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The certain slow of summer…

Idling down now, I’m pulling off onto summertime’s backroads like the ladybug pausing on my shoelace while garden chimes dangle their songs on the breeze and my soul feels again the soft hum of an old classroom fan ticking off the last long moments until I could pull off my shoes for the season and…

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