Kindred spirits are not so
scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to
find out there are
Anne of Green Gables
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Can'tcha just tell these gals are kindred spirits? Oh ya, you just know they are.
Adrienne, my friend and business partner in the Tumbleweed Cotillion is up at the Farm Chicks show right this very minute, up in Spokane.(oooh! How I wish I could have gone!) She sent me a text last night and then, after some more frantic texting, we spoke on the phone.
She shared with me about all the fabulous vendors that are there, (Deb, and Heather, and Bari and Tammy...and so many more) Then she told me how lots of people are excited about the upcoming Cotillion, and that people were asking all about me, telling her that they read my blog. (I tell you, I was genuinely surprised, and I was so touched I cried. Really.)
See? That's where I was going with the kindred spirit thing.
Anyway.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my toes for reading my blog, for posting your comments, for sharing ideas and thoughts and questions. I want to thank you for pouring out your hearts to me,and letting me pour mine out to you, for encouraging me, for..well, you know.
After all, we're kindred spirits.
Those truly linked don't
need correspondence. When they meet again after many years apart, their
friendship is as true as ever.
Deng Ming-Dao
I had one of the loveliest blessings unfold over the past few weeks. I lost touch with a very good friend several years back. The exact reason is not important. Misunderstandings and menopause, along with life changes, and suddenly, half a decade had passed without so much as a phone call or email to one another.
Through a series of nothing short of divine interventions, our paths crossed not once, but twice in a matter of a couple of weeks, and we found our way back to one another. It left me feeling puzzled as to how we ever let this happen in the first place, and feeling abundantly blessed at being given the opportunity of a second chance to have my dear friend back in my life, as though no time had lapsed at all.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
Victor Hugo
(**These cupcakes are from Cupcake Jones, Portland's newest Cupcakery in the heart of the Pearl district.**)
Can you believe it? I can't. I think I am going to take all 52 posts and make them into a nice little book for myself to remember all them all, each one meaning so very much to me.
I'd like to give each and everyone of of you that has traveled along this journey the past 52 weeks with me a giant hug. It's been 52 weeks of personal growth for me, that's for sure.
I did the drawing this morning (Wow! Sooooo many comments! The pile was ginormous!) and Jen R won the drawing for my anniversary of 52 solid weeks of words to live by. Shoot me an email with your address Jen, and the "Believe" charm necklace from Cathy Penton will be on it's way to you!
Heap on more wood! The wind is chill: But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
~Sir Walter Scott
"I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone
at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never
alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world
seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses." --
Taylor Caldwell
Amen to that.