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Carol A. Hand Taking moments to simply breathe and observe Another morning shrouded by clouds and mist A drive to work fraught with potentially dangerous obstacles that could easily trigger feelings of anger or fear but choosing instead to marvel … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Tuesday, March 14, 2017 The days I work on my manuscript feel sacred to me. It’s why I can’t do anything but manuscript work for dedicated blocks of time. And that’s why I don’t force myself to … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand The love of my youth is dying On earth, this lifetime, we’ll not meet again A long life is sometimes a blessing but surviving dear friends brings such pain Truly gentle men are so rare to find … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Moments of beauty as I rise Clouds painted rosy by the rising sun Bare branches golden, glowing against dark western skies Earth blanketed by sparkling rainbowed snow No treasures are greater than these simple gifts They touch … Continue reading