Last couple days have been crammed full of driving, heat, work, socializing, almost no alone time, and a steady stream of anxiety from my social media feeds. Even the book I’m reading, a Satchel Paige biography, is heavy business right now.
Could I ask a favor of you? Would you do me the favor of reblogging this and adding your note of something good from your weekend? Tell me something that makes you happy. I thank you in advance.
"And now, liberated by reason of its cunning spring, and, owing to its great buoyancy, rising with great force, the coffin life-buoy shot lengthwise from the sea, fell over, and floated by my side. Buoyed up by that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirge-like main. The unharming sharks, they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day, a sail drew nearer, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan."Hold fast my dear, hold fast. Our weekend was spent in retracing the steps and haunts of our past decade of life in the mountains. As you’ve seen we recovered some treasures of the past. Family heirlooms, bordering on forgotten and adventures in the high peaks we’re much of the trip because even as we settle into the new place our hearts remain there.