December 18, 2016 in The Richness of Each Day, December 2016
- Dec. 18, 2016, 5:43 p.m.
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The part of today that felt rich to me was when I walking outside early and heard mourning doves calling. When I lived in this city before that was the prevalent bird call, and I love the softness of their calls and the memory of hearing them when my life was so filled with a richness I connect with youth, parenting, partnership, dreams, and love.
Last updated December 18, 2016
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Serin ⋅ December 22, 2016
Working till dawn was always rewarding because of the birdsong before the traffic in the city woke up.
ODSago Serin ⋅ December 22, 2016
I imagine that would be so...lucky you!
Deleted user ⋅ December 31, 2016
Doves live in my yard . And poop on my roof, no doubt :) but who cares ?
ODSago Deleted user ⋅ December 31, 2016
Haha...as the poet wrote...we must remember that love has pitched its tent/in the place of excrement.
Deleted user ODSago ⋅ December 31, 2016
:-)