Pardon me for a moment, but I see you. I know your bank account is empty for the third time this month and the car is making a funny squealing sound every time you turn left. I can hear that kid in your back seat screaming.

Family and friends, books and gardening, service and soul while wandering along this road called life. Friday, March 23, 2018 by lifeonthecutoff. I thank you God for this most amazing day,. For the leaping greenly spirits of trees,. And for the blue dream of sky and. For everything which is natural,. And so I will share some blue skies I have found. May they always be infinite.

I am a guest blogger today on a blog for gamers called 3-Sided Die. Read the whole post here. Is compelling is because we all know someone just like that guy.

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I step my toe over a vine and I wrap my arm. Round a branch, swinging myself. Upward, higher toward the unassailable height. I flick my face at a group of leaves. And they care too little to even. Flap back at me, until a sudden. Wind king forces them forward,. Then they bow and rise like. Fans in a stadium commanded to wave,. Like the tide ordered by the moon to ebb and flow.

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My son is the gatherer of rocks. He walks about our backyard, eyes scanning the ground for rocks of any size, any color. Finding them, he brings them inside and washes them in the bathroom sink, all the while excited about this treasure and the beauty he finds in them. Then he brings them to me. 8221; he says, placing them in the palm of my hand.