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I think about my life in terms of dates and places: when my children were born, where we lived, where we vacationed. That's my framework, the ground, the clay of my life. Deep within, the spirit moves, carving its own path, encountering rocks and sandy spots that alter its course. Snowmelt drains into it, rains and rivulets add their own voices. Through all the twists and turns, it continually seeks its own level until it once again returns its contents to the eternal sea.
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I adore lolcats! I have to confess it's the first blog I check in the morning. Often it has me laughing out loud. I like this one.
Wren, thanks for taking time to comment on my post. I love lolcats, haven't seen them before. I'll look forward to reading your blog. Fiction is a tough racket but rewarding, once you get into it. Sometimes I think reality is a story God is telling.
johnhamilton
e-thouencounter.net
okay first i have to say that i have the funniest story about a cat just like that...it involves seeing a neighbors cat that was the same color as this one but didn't have the smooshy face and then seeing the back of that cat in her window only to have it turn around toward the window and look at me...and ack! smooshy face! seems she had gotten a new cat but i thought for a moment that the old cat had been smooshed. okay, might not seem funny in a long-winded comment but...
seeing this post made me smile!
anyway, i wanted to let you know that i saw your comment on my blog but i can't find an email to respond to you...you can print out my post and share it with your group...of course. thank you for asking. feel free to email me if you require anything else - waywardtulip at gmail dot com.
blessings to you,
liz
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