tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10246967.post2649878924957522505..comments2008-04-10T11:05:21.241-04:00Keith, RNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03581947410641941224noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10246967.post-70673635942739348052008-04-10T11:05:00.000-04:002008-04-10T11:05:00.000-04:00Beautifully written and captures some of my own feelings, today. What a pleasure to read your words this morning during my morning break, after spending several hours raking the yard. Having the day to be able to spend outdoors raking and doing yardwork feels like a blessing for me. I know that I too, am fortunate to be able to enjoy the day this way, even if my muscles ache from being woken from their long winter slumber. It is a glorious day to be alive, and in my mind there are voices that remind me, that I too, should be working for money somewhere, somehow, instead of this ode to spring cleaning day. Yet, the goddess of satisfaction is instead well served this day, and I am simply being grateful for this space to spend the day outdoors in the warm wonder of a long-awaited Spring day.<BR/>Blessings on all of your moments, dear one.<BR/>EAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com