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A Rock In The River
I. This blog is written in bed. Always. A bed that isn’t only bed but home, table, sanctuary and world. It is written on a small phone set on dark mode, night shift and Do Not Disturb. It is written by feel and hope. Eyes glancing the screen every other paragraph trying desperately to stretch the minutes left before the timer buzzes; ability dripping away. It is written with thankful hands that remember home keys as really home. With fingers that flutter across a folding travel wireless keyboard often lost at the foot of the bed. This is written by a rock in the river. Glinting and seemingly at ease.…
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The First Post
Wow, it’s finally here! I’ve wanted to have a little alcove online for a while. I’m not 100% sure what all it will be but I know it will be mine. I can’t look at my laptop or iPad like I used to. So, this took a long time and a few upsets but it’s here! A warm thank you to my friend Lizard for their help in getting things situated.