Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.
It was getting too warm at night to wear flannel nightshirts. I was tired of them, anyway, having worn nothing but the recent Lands' End purchases since Monday afternoon. It was time to put on real clothes.
Thank goodness for my Lularoe-wearing era. A pair of high-waisted leggings skimmed over the steri-strips on my belly; an oversized sweatshirt completed the outfit.
I put my freshly washed hair in a ponytail, swiped on some concealer, blush, and mascara to look a little more alive for our monthly SoulCollage session via Zoom. Not that the group would have cared if I showed up a hot mess; we have a more come-as-you-are kind of vibe.
Several hours later, I had two cards in my hand. As I pondered their messages for me, one point seemed clear--nature heals. I needed to get some fresh air and sunshine, pronto.
My husband came home from running errands as I was putting on my shoes. "You're just in time," I said. "Do you want to go for a walk with me?".
To be continued...
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| SoulCollage Card by Chris Margocs, March 2026 |
I love Soul Collage and lucky you to have something like that to look forward to and engage in. (ameliasb - wakeupandwrite)
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