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Marry Your Loves

Marry Your Loves

It was an unusually warm afternoon for September 14th. Puffy clouds rolled along covering and uncovering the sun. Will I write in my journal? Will I meditate? Will I simply gaze out onto the horizon and daydream?  While drifting among the reeds and lily pods, I was able to write pages of thoughts in my journal. The canoe gently rocked me while I wrote.  At some point, I realized that I needed to return to the dock as the rocking and relaxation was causing me to become sleepy.  Yet alone, I married my loves.

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Published on September 22, 2024