…of a simple life well lived. Where Truth and Peace are the beds we sleep in. Where we can’t count our blessings because we are our blessings. Where we’ve walked thru death and love and those other things that make us human. While we continue to breathe in peace, breathe out a smile.

“There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.”

Elizabeth Berg -The Art of Mending.

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