A full weekend life—with
dinners and dancing and raking and planning—bleeds exhaustion into the cracks
and crevasses, leaving time enough, just enough only, for either love or
blogging. I pick love. Today I pick love. Because it is Sunday. Because I have too
often picked other enterprises over love and have then been diminished, and
have diminished. So. Love it is.
I will tell you how it all
works out tomorrow.
2 comments:
What a good reminder!
Thanks Gary. That was and is and probably always will be a struggle. Okay. Enough lovin' Back to work!
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