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The memory of soaring

This is a tough time of year. That sentence just won the Obvious Award for being The Most Obvious. Winter, once welcomed with delight, now smells like sweaty boots. I keep telling myself it makes spring sweeter. Blossoms and green blushes make this brittle time worth it, right?

I wrote about when you are forced to be still and endure. Whether it’s winter or something bad happening in your life, or just the daily grind of routine, sometimes you have to snatch memories of soaring to see you through. I’m over at A Deeper Family today. Please visit and if you are perched on a branch, waiting something out, tell me about it.

This is the place I wrote about.

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