here and now.

I've missed writing while I've been so busy lately, but the things that I am busy with are many of my sweetest blessings... Last night I just sat down and talked with Kirby. He'd had a hectic day, and I listened to him and made him smile. I wouldn't have traded that long talk in the living room for any amount of writing- or reading in the bathtub, for that matter. I could go on about what has been given to me in the past few days, but I want to say two things instead; I am grateful for this place to write. It's so good for me, to come in here and consider, and express myself... and sometimes people I love tell me they enjoy reading what I write. That makes me really happy. Also, I was just tidying up the pillows and blankets on the couches in the living room. I had just made my 'daily' pass at vacuuming up the dog hair and dust from the rug, and the cold winter sun was streaming in through the windows... (This bright sunny room is another one of my favorite blessings!) I lifted a big creamy blanket high up into the air, and as I shook it out to fold it, I saw the sunshine in the dust. (I never thought I would be grateful for dust. I'm not, really, I just liked how the sun illuminated it there for a minute :) Anyway, I just suddenly felt so happy with my life. So I wanted to share it.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 12, 2011 at 8:21 PM

    And I am so happy that your my friend :)
    I also love reading your posts!! I have missed our morning walk/talks!!
    soon enough my hectic life will end this week and things should go back to normal!
    hugs

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  2. thetravellin'momJanuary 13, 2011 at 8:09 AM

    I love reading your posts too. Infact you have inspired me and I have started my own.
    I understand what you mean about having a place to write. I am so enjoying it! Thank you Leah for sharing!

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