I've come to think of this place as a gathering site. Often I feel disconnected. Scattered over everything around me. Shuffled. Overstimulated & overwhelmed. Perhaps that is why blogs have become so innumerable, we need a place to go. To sit. Sort it all out. A place to write all over the walls I am here and what I do matters. The power of language! To write is to exist. Reading has a power too...to glimpse into the windows of other lives and realize you are part of all you meet... I welcome you to our cafe, among the scent of the showering roses...know that you matter and you are a part of us.
1 comment:
that looks absolutely delicious. So does the hiding baby. Happy Mom's Day sweetie. heart
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