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Sunday Morning

Waking up early to a quiet, gloriously clear and sunny Sunday morning with a soft breeze billowing my curtains offers me some sweet moments of much-needed serenity. The Lord made every day, of course, but this day truly has His hands and heart all upon it. I'm constantly dwelling in my own head (too much so arguably), but I'm not often contemplating all the things for which I am grateful. Today I feel like I can see clear up to the heavens, which has always made me feel like my direct line to God is wide open. Having yet to find any church that makes me feel at home, I choose today to worship in a different kind of sanctuary: the Morris Arboretum.

But coming up first? A sweet, Sunday morning tradition:

A delectable breakfast accompanied by CBS Sunday Morning. Last week they had me hankerin' for a B-radical harmonica, so who knows what delights I'm in for this week!

What are your Sunday morning traditions?

Lastly, with all of the work traveling I had to switch my creative writing class from 5/17 to the online course which begins on 6/1. I'm bummed that I couldn't stick with the in-person version because I was looking forward to the interactions, so I'm hoping the online course instructor gives me a li'l something that I can feel. Nevertheless, I felt ready for 5/17, but right now the writer in me feels a little discombobulated.

So.

A goal (because I'm getting back to goal-setting): to post something each and every day for the duration of this class (it ends 7/22). I'm priming and tuning myself here people - for my own betterment and hopefully for your entertainment.

Be prepared for all the random you can handle.

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