On this serene Sunday as I sit at my desk looking out the window onto my garden, I hear the birds twittering in the mulberry tree. The sky is a cloudless azure blue. Tess lies at my feet snoring. She’s loud for a little girl. But it does not disturb the peace. Her presence fills […]

via Serene Sunday — soulgifts – Telling Tales

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