To All Things There is a Season…

Many have written about these times in which we live. It seems like it is truly a time of change: patterns, thoughts, ways of being.   This past week, we have experienced the hospitalization of a child, health issues with aging parents, our daughter’s moving out of state, and now the death of my brother-in-law.

It is mid-August, when daylight hours decrease and  the crescendo of the cicadas’ song breaks through the muggy air.  It is a time of quiet reflection, of turning inward, of recognizing the gifts I have been given: the gift of love, of family, of friendship.



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