
Day 150 – 08/09/2020
Crashing thunderstorms this morning and they’re hold-me-close comforting… like a big hug from the universe, not to wax too poetic. Feels just right.
I’m kicking stuff off my desktop while I watch the rain… the *keepers* always sort themselves by the end of the week:

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And the Daily Zen: To heal a wound, you need to stop touching it. Namasté…
Aug 11, 2020 @ 10:11:48
Memory of the wedding day.
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