Tonight as I write, I sit alone on the silent verandah in the almost dark. If I listen closely I can just hear the sound of the nearby river flowing. The sound of water is comforting and tugs at my heart, inviting me to surrender to this moment.
I am slowly (but surely) emerging from an encounter with a gastro bug that knocked me flat for days.
How often…
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