breathe
“Isn’t is wuuuuuuuuunderrrrrr-fuullllll?” Thalia wove maple and oak stems together. “The bounty that aboooowwwwwnds?”
“Too much at once.” Nia slumped into a chair.
Calliope rolled an uplifting blend of CHEER essential oil onto her wrists and rubbed them together. “Just breathe. We’ve got this.”
Words from Typist:
I am abundantly blessed in relationship!
This morning I visualized myself as a nut-collecting-autumn-squirrel.
Let’s see… How many emails, Zoom calls, and comments can you engage with today Typist?
The great news is, there’s no need for a cache of nuts.
Connection is available and bountiful… even in winter.
Slow down and savor.
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More retreat friend introductions coming up in future love letters!
Gail, the cache of good will you've amassed should last you seven winters if needed. But you won't need it because it will continue to build. I hope you have more than big cheeks to store it all. Oh yeah--your heart. You'll never have to worry.
Night shirt: “My workout is reading in bed until my arms hurt.” 😁
Not sure why the creator of the t-shirt never discovered a second pillow to rest the book on...
Or maybe that's the point?