Finding my mailbox stuffed full with a package of the paracord I ordered the other day, and a new to me book of knots and ropework, first published in 1977.
Friends taking a much needed vacation.
Receiving a special bookmark with a picture & poem on one side and my Dad's obituary on the other side. Hard to believe it's been almost a month since he passed.
It has been rainy and cloudy here for the last couple of weeks, but the stars are shining in a clear...well mostly clear, sky tonight.
Listening to Eckhart Tolle expound on the consciousness. Fascinating!
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“You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that widened you, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow. Be proud of this.”