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Celebrating Quiet

It's 39 degrees outside. I throw on my neon orange sweatshirt that I bought at the beach this summer and I step outside. I see frost on the windows of the cars as I walk Bella. It's a brisk autumn morning. My favorite.

Back inside with my bowl of cheerios and cup of coffee, I contemplate the day ahead. It's free with no plans. I will grade and write. I'll do laundry and blog. Read some books. I may even nap.

This day sits before me filled with possibility. I want to sink into the quietness and the peace. I want to celebrate every single moment before me. Just BE-ing.

Wishing you a Saturday filled with possibility and peace.


Thank you to Ruth Ayres for providing this space to share our celebrations. Please join us and share your own!

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  1. I saw your link and comment pop up on Ruth's website almost at the same time as mine. We are so far apart, yet for this moment the connection was so close. I like how you look at the possibilities of the day and celebrate BE-ing.

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  2. My favorite words for a Saturday. I have no plans, a nap, books, and possibilities. Here's to all of these exciting opportunities.

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  3. Oh, I wish my Saturday was like yours. I'm off for a day of busy-ness, but still hoping to fit in a much needed nap (especially since I work up way too early for a Saturday morning). No matter what's on tap for the weekend, I love starting them with my online friends! Happy BE-ing day!

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  4. Sounds like a wonderful day, Michelle. I have some errands to do, but mostly it's a free day for me too. We "still" don't have that cold, "still" waiting. I keep thinking that winter will start ferociously since it really hasn't started yet! Happy Saturday!

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  5. This post is like a calming deep breath! Hope you are enjoying your Saturday!

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  6. I can feel the possibility through your words and it feels wonderful. Hope your day was all you expected it {not} to be. I love fall!!!

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  7. My day was similar in having no particular schedule except taking the dog to the groomer. It's lovely to read a little, blog a little, read again, and relax aside from the laundry. :)

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  8. A day of possibility and peace, I like the sound of that. The weekdays are rush, rush, rush and it's so nice just to slow down and enjoy the moment. Hope you had a great Saturday!

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  9. Mmm...I like how you said "just BEing"!

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  10. Lovely -- possibility and peace. I think I'll try to hold on to both of these each day. Thanks for celebrating.
    Ruth

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