The Gratitude Gospel: Day 11
In our rental, I have the kind of view that most writers would kill to have. A simple wooden desk in front of a wall of windows that look out to a forest (and swamp, though that sounds less picturesque).
If you are a mother, however, the hooting owls and the relentless woodpeckers start to get to you after a little while (at least when a nap is desired).
But yesterday I witnessed the most precious sight: a doe with two fawns. Momma Deer watched as her offspring lapped water into their mouths before they all disappeared into the wild vegetation.
Sometimes parenting feels like the wilderness. Most often, the act of writing does.
But the journey can be so very good…and hard…and refreshing.
How has nature helped you find peace this day?
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