My Morning Cup

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I just love my cup of coffee in the morning. Almost as much as I love the smell of it brewing. Mmmm.

I don’t consider it a habit. It is not so much that I need it, but more that I consider it a comfortable friend.

I want it close to me. I want to feel its warmth as I grab the cup with both hands, lifting it gently to my mouth for the first taste. I want to feel the steam caress my face and breathe deep the aroma as it wafts toward my nose.

I just love my morning cup.

I Have a Friend

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I have a friend.

She is BEAUTIFUL and smart and witty and brilliant and generous.

She is a talented fine artist and photographer. She is also a gifted writer. She is confident, yet humble.  And very, very brave.

With all these accolades, she may sound like my invisible friend. Some sort of make-believe buddy. She is not made up. She is very real.

She is also very loveable, and loyal, oh yeah, and inspiring. She is remarkably inspiring.

Like many, my friend had a less than perfect childhood. It bent her. But, she didn’t let it break her. She continues to confront her life-long demons head-on, insisting on survival and perseverance and LIFE.

And I am proud and grateful to know her. She has definitely given more to this world than she has taken. And she is creating a legacy that will last.

I wish I could help her when she is in need, but it is difficult. I can only pray for her. I can only encourage her with words the way she has encouraged me so many times.

I hope she knows how much she means to me, how much she has done for me. And I hope she feels better soon.

I love my friend, Leah.

Look Around

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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
John Burroughs

A Gift

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If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.

Henry David Thoreau

Lime

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A bunch of flowers, all one color, makes me smile inside.

Fallen Leaves

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I love this quote by Gail Sheehy:

If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.

Footsteps

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Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
Mother Teresa

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