My retreat buddy

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Sometimes a retreat may show up out of nowhere….It’s Sunday morning early. I’m sitting in my kitchen with my coffee in a cup that synchronistically reads, “Some people come into our lives and quickly go…some stay for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” I’m feeling the loss of two dear acquaintances two days in a row this past week….both surprises, way too soon, too early for either of them…I look down and feel my ¬†sweet lab comforting me, licking one of my feet,…read more