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If I Can’t See It, Is It Not There?
The goal was to go into San Francisco for the day to visit family. Rather than drive into the city—which neither of us wanted to do because we’d have been channeling our inner crazy person to attempt such a feat—we decided to take the ferry from Sausalito to the wharf. Sausalito is a beautiful little…
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Pick The Mountain You’re Willing To Climb
Being in Santa Rosa for a spell gave John and me the opportunity to visit Armstrong Redwoods State Natural Reserve. Home to some of the oldest trees in the country. We looked forward to the day together. Taking our time. The goal? A seven-mile hike that would take about three hours. After about ten minutes…
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When The Duck Hits The Water
When given the gift of space and place, gratitude is the right response. John and I’ve been given the gift of just that. My sister has a place in Santa Rosa, California that she graciously has allowed us to visit for a time. Alone. No Internet. No expectations. Just a place to breathe. To be. I…
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When Movable Need Meets Immovable Necessity
I don’t believe he ever really tires. He just stops for a bit. Some call it sleep. More like recharging. Huck is almost two, and being around him is like being caught in an energy forcefield that you can’t manage. Can’t fight, can’t stop. You go with it. And enjoy the ride. I’m enamored with…
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