I crawl under the covers during winters and storms- nature made or not- and I hide- and roll around in pity.  And this must – if I ever hope to get anywhere that I like-stop.

I have this week of space and time. Glorious, but also I want to parse out a small bud of a pattern that I can accomplish (maybe see or cherish is a better word) in the midst of everyday life.

So this is the charge for this week. Rediscover beauty– and make a place for it in the the chaos of the everyday.

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