It's Monday and I'm sitting here recovering from Lunesta and trying to drown out the bad taste lingering in my mouth with coffee. As I swiveled my chair to reach for a pen, I saw a bright glitter in the corner of my eye --then I saw the sun, dependable as ever, showing up for his role in this world. His color this morning is not quiet pure creme brulee'-its tainted with a blod clot or a bruise, but he still shows up. As Woody Allen says, eighty percent of success is showing up. So here I am groggy or not, I'm showing up to stare at my book.
That Yurt
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Paring life back to the music In the convergence of tiny houses around the
world, the humble round house covered with canvas is still holding strong.
The...
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