Hola! I'm back in the blogging saddle.
My family and I have been gallivanting all over the Midwest the last few weeks. I've had no idea where to begin writing so I've avoided blogging. This doesn't mean, however, that I have nothing to say. I am the Story Midwife, after all, and my story pouch is bulging.
And I think that's where I'll leave it for tonight. Well, maybe I will confess to you that I ate three pieces of peace pie tonight. Yup, three. And oh Sweet Mother, it was the best peach pie I'd ever eaten. I'm not kidding. It's luscious sweetness literally melted in my mouth. (Where can you get such a divine treat? It was homemade by Barbara Horns in her licensed home kitchen just South of Decorah, Iowa. I sometimes treat myself to her goodies that we purchase through our network of local organic farmers, Grown Locally.) So yes, I gobbled up three pieces. I would have had more, except I caught a glimpse of most of my nearly-naked body in the mirror this afternoon and cringed. That memory kept me from pieces number four, five, and six. Maybe seven, too.
Perhaps an entry on food and bodies is in order. I've been thinking about it for weeks. It seems to be a topic at hand, as several other blogs that I regularly visit are also body blogging.
On that note I really WILL head to bed. I'll be snuggling in with Sammy tonight. He asked to sleep with me as Richard is away at a UCC Musicians Network Conference in Chapel Hill, NC. Wish me sweet dreams.
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