borrowed words
December 9, 2016 § 3 Comments
The space between my words are filled with a chaos of gratitude, a noisy contentment that has grounded my presence and busied my thoughts. I’m holding the emptiness of these pages with a borrowed quote to guide me back to this fullness.
“My head is a hive of words that won’t settle.” Virginia Woolf
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Sounds like a story Marie, you may have to write a book 😀
Hive. Love that. My friend, the beekeeper (and doctor–where DOES she find the time?) brought me some late-season honey. If you treat yourself to just one thing this holiday season, make it REAL, unprocessed honey from a local source. You more than deserve it . . .
What a thoughtfully intimate gift, something earnestly tended with love and joy!