I needed to drive and clear my head. I went north to a place filled with memories of summer sweetness, especially that first summer I spent there, a summer that in my memory was perfect.
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Dear Granny,
I have memories of a magical childhood stitched with love, pot roast, perfectly crisp sheets, and the twinkle of her blue eyes. I love you Granny, I miss you.
August, A Love Letter
au·gust – late 16th century: from French auguste or Latin augustus ‘worthy of respect, venerable, majestic’.
August is the month of my birth.
A Remembrance of Summer
It’s June. One of my favorite months. It’s this time of year that I usually feel a deeply held pang of remembrance for one particular summer of…… Read more “A Remembrance of Summer”
The sadness I hide
It’s been a long 7 days or so. Last week I was a little snippy with my daughter. Then of course as we approached Sunday afternoon, the…… Read more “The sadness I hide”
Lindsay Hargis Post — Shamanic Touch Therapist 