Thinking Notebooks

Thinking Notebooks It’s always there, waiting — my small, pocket-sized notebook. I keep it nestled in my bag, close at hand. Sitting in a talk, I find myself reaching for it. Discreetly, I open my notebook to a new blank page and put pen to paper. The marks begin....

Warm Morning Light Returns

Warm Morning Light Returns Out of the corner of my eye, it arrived — dappled morning light, gently revealing. Everything slows. Quiet morning light. The joy of noticing something new where the ordinary has always been. More Like This: Where the Light Falls A...

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