Oh, to be stretched and bent and cajoled out of your comfort zone. Life is so much easier for me living in my quiet little box where I can listen and not speak, where I can find peace in the natural world and solice in digging in the dirt.
This year has been so challenging in so many ways. I may write a book about it someday.
For today, what I want to write down are words of thanks. I'm thankful my Dad took an hour of his busy life to listen, ask questions, and provide perspective to my bruised spirit. I really cherish the great conversations I've been able to have with my Dad.
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