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05 July 2014



I love reading this. We just moved after 14 years of living in the same house (even though we are still in the same town.) But I have been struggling with similar thoughts and feelings. Thanks for putting yours into words.


I have found this true even with being gone for one week. You have such a way of identifying heretofore unidentified nuances of my emotions--and for me my thinking ahead is how much my garden will have grown in the week I've been away completely removed from even thinking about it. Did it rain while we were gone? Are the cucumber vines twining on their fence? How much have the watermelon and squash plants grown? And the weeds still left--how eager I am to get rid of them. Thank God for these things that attach us and keep us from floating off into the vague yonder--even if they are only squash vines sometimes. :-)


So glad to hear you've found a way to keep rooted. Sometimes knowing yourself and what moves you is the best way to keep knowing those around you and what's important to you.
And yes, sometimes it's the curly clutches of a cucumber vine that help :]

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