It's been much too gorgeous a day to spend composing a post.
But maybe this isn't such a bad way to start a new blog.
This is what is true, good, and lovely in my life today: sunlight on fresh snow; blue skies with wispy clouds; deep breaths of crisp air; the good, living feeling of stretching muscles and moving--the gift of embodiment. The dog romping and the kids laughing and shouting and bouncing off each other, searching for walking sticks and rushing ahead or lagging behind.
More than anything, the joy of doing something together.
Tonight, we will eat rich food and try to make beignets, and indulge ourselves a bit in anticipation of Lent, the coming season of self-denial.
I'm sure I will have more to say this week. But it can wait.
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