tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post1835544910505439669..comments2023-11-03T11:26:05.875-04:00Comments on My Journey To Mindfulness: HomeOne Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-31969413822345300022008-12-08T07:44:00.000-05:002008-12-08T07:44:00.000-05:00Gail and Grammie, thanks for checking in. Take Ca...Gail and Grammie, thanks for checking in. Take CareOne Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-47939462282470871822008-12-06T22:49:00.000-05:002008-12-06T22:49:00.000-05:00I loved the poem...Enjoy the rest of our weekend!x...I loved the poem...Enjoy the rest of our weekend!<BR/><BR/>xoxoL.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03042991196923675751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-14833661225081278372008-12-06T19:18:00.000-05:002008-12-06T19:18:00.000-05:00A lovely poem ...I hope you are well! gailA lovely poem ...I hope you are well! gailGailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16194325535496408116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-9076193522067979092008-12-05T18:31:00.000-05:002008-12-05T18:31:00.000-05:00Thank you Judy. Tabor I guess all my homes are ho...Thank you Judy. Tabor I guess all my homes are homes because there is nothing new inside. All the old thing that I have had for years. Things passed down from mother and grandmother. So once I fill any home with these items it is like I am home.One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-78985565241545852192008-12-05T17:47:00.000-05:002008-12-05T17:47:00.000-05:00A home only becomes a home after we begin to fill ...A home only becomes a home after we begin to fill it with memories.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684927768388749969.post-82688614091750480192008-12-05T16:36:00.000-05:002008-12-05T16:36:00.000-05:00Lovely poem. Sounds like you could have written it...Lovely poem. Sounds like you could have written it. Have a good weekend.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12078537002880283509noreply@blogger.com