Is One the Lonliest Number? | Ecency

I went to the mountains about nine years ago. It was there that I saw them, the largest pine cones my eyes have ever witnessed. I collected two dozen, each one perfectly shaped. When I got them home, I put them out on the garage floor and spray painted them gold. I have been using them for years, everywhere that they won't look ridiculous, to decorate during the holiday season. Those pine cones were full of transforming glitter. I never resisted the glitter. They have a way of giving and giving until they don't. The time has come. I believe I need another mountain to go to.

There will be no resistance to the sparkle and glitter of the season. All that deliberately glitters is gold.

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One is the loneliest number. There is no denying that. It will be the season of joy, the time of the year where we give more of ourselves not only to people we know but, anyone we know that needs it. Never forget that kindness counts, especially in these times.

We decided to deliver dinner to a few people on Thanksgiving Day. We know a few people through church and other walks in our life that will be without or without people. While none really want to share germs right now, myself included, I am more than happy to put together a few extra plates and deliver them. I have just the crew that already volunteered. Keeping it simple, anything that can be done to make anothers' life better is a worthy endeavor. Something simple so as not to infringe on your family, but, something that you can do together and share in that good feeling it gives you. Most Thanksgivings, the family served Thanksgiving Dinner to others. It was family-driven, we all wanted to go, but, since have stopped doing it on such a large level and started serving those shuttered in our area. The soup kitchen is now overmanned as Thanksgiving is one of the most volunteered days of the year. We do it during the year and are happy to step back from it and allow others a place. There are so many ways to do it

A flower always, to color my world. #alwaysaflower Always. Let the sun shine in on your life, so the joy may touch your soul ❤️

In keeping with the Christmas Countdown, I give you one seasonal picture and the day count! There are only 37 Days, 00 Hours, 02 minutes and, 09 Seconds left until Christmas!

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All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barret Browning

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