I have always been entranced by fresh new pages; I've always loved beginnings. I will tell you now, there are no answers to be found here, just stories and happy folly. Just the reminder of senses that I too often forget. The smell of salty Island seaweed, the taste of blackberries at the tail end of summer, the sound of crisp golden leaves, the sight of purple hazy mountains at dusk, the bittersweet way wild geese are always leaving and the feel of early winter rain, like some holy baptism.
These are some things which I hold dear, and I offer them up to you, because I have heard that what you love best in the world is better still when shared.
I hope this finds you laughing. I hope this finds you happy. I hope this finds you blessed.
After all, there is not enough room between the heart, the head and the hands for anything but joy.
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