Hello, good people. The weather has finally turned here β we lit our first fire of the season on Friday night (each year we see how long we can go heating the house with only our wood stove rather than turning on the furnace, a game my husband and I partake in with glee; our children, not so much); my eldest daughter and I shivered our way through her Brownie meeting on Sunday afternoon in 46-degrees-and-pouring-rain. Still, despite β no,
In Canada, Remembrance Day. Even though we have no vets in the family, I always took my boys to the cenotaph for the 11 a.m. ceremony. This is a very good post indeed, Sarah. Thank you!
β€οΈ Thanks for this. Also, this from your opening really snagged me, in a good way. "What if bringing forth our own sweetness is something we choose, not only to survive β though thereβs that β but simply because the sweetness is its own kind of succor, relief, and reward?" Yea, this!
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In Canada, Remembrance Day. Even though we have no vets in the family, I always took my boys to the cenotaph for the 11 a.m. ceremony. This is a very good post indeed, Sarah. Thank you!
β€οΈ Thanks for this. Also, this from your opening really snagged me, in a good way. "What if bringing forth our own sweetness is something we choose, not only to survive β though thereβs that β but simply because the sweetness is its own kind of succor, relief, and reward?" Yea, this!