Hope Hubbard
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Dear Deer, Please forgive me.
I love Saturday mornings in the country! I get up early even when I do not have to because I want to get out to the pasture. The pasture is a big open field approximately 6-7 acres large and bordered at its back by a dense forest, which is my view every time I open my front door. When I am early enough, which is about half-past dawn, I get to see the deer rise and greet their day.
By Hope Hubbard4 years ago in Motivation
The Jumbled Messy Art of Letting Go
I had to let go of something today. Something significant to me. Much like trying to remember and capture a dream before you lose the memory and the feelings, I am attempting to capture the internal happenings within my soul over letting go.
By Hope Hubbard4 years ago in Humans
SUN SALUTATION
I open my front door on this chilly morning. I was not expecting chilly. Usually, it is just flat out humid. I am quite suspicious of this cooler weather. It is the middle of September in the middle of Georgia and cool, calm weather during this month is not to be trusted. I am sure there is an awful storm or two waiting to hit, and there are still a few more scorching, sun-burning days left in the summer season. Summer has a way of acting as if it is angry that it must acquiesce to Fall.
By Hope Hubbard4 years ago in Longevity
That's Another Story
"I am immensely grateful for this pen!" I say to myself as a start writing this story. Let me back up and fill you in. I threw my back out two nights ago. That's another story but basically -- I was foolish. As a result, my yesterday was spent in sometimes controlled and sometimes out-of-control pain. Working from home is proving to be good for my current situation because I was able to move my "office" to the sofa. Yet, still could only get tolerable, not comfortable. I had to take two clock-out breaks just to lie down and rest during the day.
By Hope Hubbard4 years ago in Humans