Doing a bit of cleaning this morning, I come across a small drawing made for me by my dear friend’s daughter. I believe she was ten years old at the time. I keep it on my desk in a small, raku, porcelain pinch-pot (made by someone I knew in college but have now forgotten who) along with the small crystal in it’s small, hand-made felt pouch she’d intended as the main gift to me.

But I like the drawing just as much… almost more.

I seem to remember my young friend saying this was what she was currently using as a logo. So cool that at ten, she was already thinking about creative ways to promote her art.

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After keeping my personal commitment to get my desk cleaned and all essential paperwork done before doing anything else, I go down to have my morning cup of raw cacao, goji berries and honey. I have now added a bowl of plain yogurt with granola and blueberries to this routine. Both are in pottery made by my sweetheart. Both add to my feelings of connection with her.

Made by loving hands which only a few days ago held me so close, the cup and bowl full of goodness now help me hold loving thoughts of her, ever more closely to my heart. I commit to this practice, knowing it will continue to help, as more and more time passes between our last embrace and the next one.

The one to come.

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I attach my new Sandmarc, wide angle lens to my iPhone and set it on the tripod to record a video of me reading a segment from the book I’m now reading. The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard. It was recomended by my sweetheart. An interesting work and a challenge to read. A nice change from all the memoir I’d been reading. It takes me many tries before I have an acceptable take to upload to Facebook.

Heh… Facebook.

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I take off the wide angle lens and put on the lens for macro photography. I take a few random shots and upload them to Instagram.

Heh… Instagram.

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The morning is nearly done and I have yet to even think about what to write so I can keep my commitment to write in my blog every day, and I have a lot to do now that THIS morning is now… done. I of course know that I can still keep my commitment by writing something in the evening. But I have had better luck doing it early and besides… I prefer to keep the evening open to talk with my sweetheart so it’s best to write in my blog in the morning.

Heh… My Blog.

Blessed…

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