It started the morning I decided to visit Muddy Waters (Coffee House) in Burlington, Vermont. I was told by the locals that if I was looking for a quiet place to write and enjoy a good cup of java, this was the place. I entered into a few different level rooms containing booths, cozy benches and chairs. After ordering an Iced Machiatto, I settled into a nice corner bench adjacent to a bookshelf. It was quiet, the perfect seat to get some reading done. My reason for spending a quiet morning here was to work through a few more chapters in The Artist's Way. (Julia Cameron's ~ Guide to Inspire Artists). Upon looking around, I noticed that there was a small, rolled up piece of paper tucked away in the brick wall behind me. At first, I was not sure whether to take it out and read it, or not. Perhaps I have seen too many "Candid - Punked" like shows, and someone was watching my every move. Pushing these paranoid thoughts aside, I reached over, read it and I was elated...
I think you are more like your Grandmother, than you know? This caring and concern for your special travellers, hmmmm, who is behind this huge loving colourful heart anyway???
ReplyDeleteAll will be just fine...Happy Thanksgiving from Canada!x
I tried to say what I want to say, but I am limited by my knowledge of English language. So, I'll just say that I am honored to be your friend. You touched my heart my dear friend. Thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteYour blog is filled with such beautiful pictures and thoughts. I love the imagery you have chosen and how you incorporate music and poetry too!
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Thank you, Prudence - That is quite a compliment - My Grandmother was a special lady - I love reading your comments - They make my day!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sonja - I know exactly what you were saying - Safe Travels! "Talk" with you soon!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kristen - You are kind to send along such positive feedback - I appreciate you taking the time to comment ... It truly means a lot!
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