A deep bow of gratitude to my essential go-to women who report not what we want to hear, but what we need to hear.
And, a sad song dedicated to them, and us all.
Winter is supposed to be a time of depth, reflection, healing, gratitude, reverence, and patient preparation for spring. Instead, most modern lives have turned it into everything but that.
The Season of Giving was never meant to mean The Season of Buying.
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