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Describe your ideal week. My ideal week would be spent in a state of bliss, something that seems elusive in this world lately… My mornings quiet, yet filled with thoughts of the world and its amazing treasures. The redbirds visit with my coffee, the poetry of nature in its simplistic detail echoes with divine grace.…
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Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why. I’m not much of a sports person. I have in my younger years been a Braves fan when baseball was listened to on my Pappy’s radio, and watched wrestling, before it became surreal, on my Pawpaw’s office TV. I used to watch pro football, the…
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For me, as for a lot of us, relaxing starts upstairs—in the mind. Stress loves to hang around as endless thoughts and worries. That’s why stuff like meditation, journaling, or just staring out the window for a few minutes can help hit reset. I personally find that letting go of mental clutter—turning down the noise…
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Relaxation, Your Way…… My way…… You know, life can feel like it’s packed to the brim—with stuff everywhere, endless notifications, and things to do swirling nonstop. If you’ve ever tried to relax but wondered why it’s not so easy, you’re not alone. The truth is that relaxation isn’t just kicking back in silence, it’s different…
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Rambling on about the man who was my Daddy… Yesterday marked what would have been my Daddy’s 98th birthday—a heavenly milestone that brought a bittersweet smile to my face as I imagined him reaching such a grand age. It’s been ten years since he left this world, ten years that have often felt longer than…
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If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be? If I had to, if only I could… I consider myself a wordsmith, so the idea of giving up words, regularly used or not seems like I would be taking a part of the thread of the fabric of…
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Are you holding a grudge? About? I wish that I could say no and mean it when it comes to this question… truth is, the grudge I hold haunts me. Being wronged by someone can hurt deeply, it can cause anger that won’t fade away, and resentment that eats you from the inside out. My…
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Rambling on about Home, Distance, Heart, and Realization. If the old saying is true, that home is where the heart resides, then the farthest I have ever travelled from home is measured not in miles, but in the long and winding trail of longing and discovery I have travelled. As a child, I set out,…
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Discovering the Quiet Truths of Growing Older… The morning, in its gentle clarity, finds me standing on the threshold of a revelation—a quiet place where tears gather not out of sorrow but out of the sheer truth of realization. Yesterday, we spoke of tears of joy, the spontaneous overflow that arrives unbidden, a celebration of…
