Where do you go in your mind when you are told, “Go to your Happy Place?”
Lynda WRITES a LOT about her spacial places and in this poem she takes readers with her TODAY to the Untersberg in Salzburg, Austria.
Santa had filled our stockings just like he said he would. I was nearly finished opening them when I saw one final package for me. It was a bit heavy for such a small package, too. Once again, I had a burst of renewed energy and got excited with the anticipation of something that I would love to get from Santa. As I ripped the red shiny paper off the gift, my hopes turned to despair.
Continue reading →I love to search for things that have been cherished for years by someone in the past. They’ve been tucked away in dusty boxes just waiting to be loved again. ~ Heidi McClure –
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