Boone this weekend. Old friends packed into a old townhouse kitchen. Coffee and rice crispy treats kept passing round. Laughter and old jokes.. timelessness in the air.

These people have walked through the awkward times, the scary times, broken times and now new times.

What joy in being known.preg

Driving fast round’ mountain curves, that I knew so well, while being in a place that is growing and changing. It was a blessing to be back where I once was in a new place in both mind and body.. even Spirit.breeze

Change… for once… feels like a autumn breeze instead of lightening storm.  Goodnight.





About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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