these evenings. these feelings.

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i wake in the evening to fall out into the hinterland. 

we are not wasteful here in the pencilfox family 

and most everything holds a purpose: 

end caps to peppers are a treat for mister trapper

and all other bits and pieces go to compost the garden ground. 

flitting chickadees and tocking trilling woodpeckers

give me reason to look up. 

[hobbits have a habit of looking down....we are close to the ground....]

the book shed calls me to wander inside and out. 

back to the house for tea and supplements and journaling. 

i write feelings and thoughts and work my way through truths and mistruths. 

i'm feeling rather bolstered these days [these nights] by the love of many strong

and powerful women. i pray for in thanksgiving for their support

and ask blessings for them. 

i am grateful for their heart and spirit

and i love their souls.

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for awhile now i have been feeding my body in a different manner. 

the energy flows through me 

and i am rewarded with less pain, more mobility, more stability of mind and emotions. 

this feels good. 

this feels right. 

last night at work i felt the slump:

giving of too much of myself, not feeling a return. 

i almost reached out for something anything to gain instant energy. 

instead, i tried something different:

a prayer, a sit-down, a spoon of peanut butter, a cup of tea, 

a glance into the lives of other women, wanting to garner a bit of what makes them tick. 

i found instant love and light. 

and there you have it. 

i think i'm different

but i'm finding i'm one of them. 

one of you. 

life is good. 

love and light

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