Nov13.2022

Dear Sunday night… thank you for quiet moments and reminders that everything is not always up to me. Dear Great North… your beauty is magnificent and the snowy fog over Waskesui lake took my breath away. Also, i think I saw Rudolph. Prayer for my girls: When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the mama who cut her grapes in half and stick with Beer. (This from Tina Fey’s prayer for her daughter and fyi…Rickards Red is best) Dear Art: what I know for sure is keep on dreaming and work on those ideas. One day it’s going to happen. Dear God… you know all my songs in the night. You hear them every. single. day. And what I love most is that I know you know. Your goodness melt my heart time after time.

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