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This day will start without me, no matter how much I resist its measured plodding forward. It will take me by the scruff of my neck and drag me bumping and stag...
This day will start without me, no matter how much I resist its measured plodding forward. It will take me by the scruff of my neck and drag me bumping and stag...
This birdhouse is 45 years old. I built it when I was 11. I do not know how long birdhouse’s are expected to endure, I only know that when I built it I wa...
To become the possibility you are, stay still, do not run or fly up. Stand where you are, and wait for kind eyes and gentle hands. Receive yourself through hand...
Thank you to Jane Cardillo and to the Edmonton Journal for featuring Hope Mission—particularly at this time of year (Read the full story here).