Today, I wrote 3,000 words, bringing my total to 19,181.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” Bounced Jack and Elizabeth as they ran to the king-sized bed and jumped and hoisted themselves up, wrinkling covers, and tugging at Susan’s legs. They each had envelopes in their hands, and they were trailed by their father, her husband of 18 years.
Without a shared vision, real change is impossible. Read how we can co-create the future we deserve — and add your voice to the movement.
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.
The Wheel of the Year is a cyclical and seasonal calendar. It marks the changing of seasons and incorporates festivals, or Sabbats, celebrating various aspects of nature, life, and spirituality.
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