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Swimsuit catalogs and summer camp registration arrive in the mail box.
Travel plans are being made.
Yes, summer. I see you. I feel you. I know you are coming.
But right now, I wish to slow down and soak up the beauty that is spring.
I’ve wandered into the world of instagram (retro filters + easy photo sharing for iPhones) and oh, do I love it.
(I’m at ‘eringoodman’ for my fellow instagram users. I’m also working on getting things configured so anyone who is interested can see my photos on my facebook and twitter.)
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Empty beaches and photo fun are some of the ways I have been returning to my center while leading my first online program.
And you? How are you returning to your center this week?
(Go here if you can’t see the video.)
Tomorrow: Live Facebook Chat with Nicola Alesandrini.
Sunday: Family Re-Charge Welcome Week kick-off.
Today: Quiet. (Amateur videographer-style.)
Inhale. Exhale.
Ahhhh…
Peace, friends.
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This post originally appeared on December 18,2009. I am finding myself needing this reminder again and thought perhaps you might appreciate it as well. xo ~erin
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I know it’s really warm and cozy by the fire and oh so cold outside. I know it takes a long time to find everyone’s mittens and hats and pull all the extra layers on. I know you would rather curl up under a blanket and read.
Go outside anyway.
It’s worth the extra effort.
It really is.
Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. Grandparents. Great Grandparents.
Coffee. Card games. Pie.
Laughter. Running feet. Hide-and-seek.
Late-night crafts with friends.
Wine. Glue guns. Ouch.
So much to be grateful for.
So many blessings.
And yet I must also retreat,
into the mist-filled woods,
my silent sanctuary.
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