These are old still hide aways on the Howard Standridge homestead. If rocks could talk, what stories they could tell.
Lil Red and I walked yesterday before the rains came. Walking cleans my mind and everything comes in focus. My New Year’s vow of change is to “park far” and walk to the entrance. It’s already hard for me. Without thought, I look for a place near the door, but I’m trying to make this a habit. Sister Fleta does this. The first shall be last and the last first. Park far and walk.
I’m going to try the Church I went to again today. It’s not what I really wish for, but I will try to go until I might discover one that’s a better fit. I don’t like the modern loud chanting music, but the message is good.
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