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16 January 2023


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Deb Hillman

Corey, I'm thinking of you, and holding you close to my heart. Your words resonate with me, personally., too. I feel blessed to know you. Your voice is just so rich, thoughtful, soulful, authentic, a spiritual medicine. Throw more stones. 🙏🏼xo.


So sad when we lose trees. I love nature and I love things to last forever.
Like humans things in nature get diseases too
It's sad indeed


Those trees were a community of old souls that lived through WWI and II with grace. Now there's just the presence of the absence. Can more trees be planted?


Interesting question! I once had the word grace for my word of the year and wasn't sure I knew what lesson it would teach me. About half way through the year I learned that grace was a form of acceptance and walking hand in hand with it.
Trees that remain may know there is room for new growth and send out new shoots to fill the gaps. Either way the trail will be beautiful and worth walking and tossing rocks.

Kathie B

Seconding Diogenes' sentiments.

Saying "Goodbye" to old friends is hard, and can be sudden. But we rarely realize until much later that when we say "Hello" whether it's to a "passing ship in the night" or a future friend.

BTW, this year will mark the 14th anniversary of following your blog, and I never imagined at first that I'd get to meet you and Yann in person in Provence!

TMJ Athens

Psalm 1

Blessed is the one
who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers.

May you be like that tree that never withers.

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