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Some days…

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there’s good news. Some days there is bad news. And then there are days when both good and bad news present themselves. Such has been today’s fare. The first good news is my grandsons were flying in for a week long visit today. The bad was that it was snowing where they live and so the plane was slow to get up and off the ground and then it was raining here so again the fight was delayed because of the stormy weather. But the good news is they finally got here safely and soundly. Next as we were coming home from taking them to eat at one of their favorite eating places, we were involved in a car wreck. However on the other hand luckily none of us were hurt nor were any of those injured in the other car. Last but not least, the bad news is that yesterday’s biopsy showed that I have a small cancer in my right breast. But we’re hoping and praying that the good news will be that there is no lymph involvement, that it has been caught early enough for it to be easily removed, and that I will survive the surgery. This will be a test of my faith because there is always a risk in surgery, and mine has increased considerably because of my age and because I had a stroke 4 and a half years ago. So as spring unfolds more of her glory, I too shall wait for more life and more health and another miracle. I see the surgeon on April 11th and we’ll know more then. Thank all of you who have expressed your concern and offered up prayers and well wishes. Hugs and blessings, Natalie

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**Photo taken in her yard by Natalie; text added by Natalie

Tears are God’s…

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I had to have a biopsy done this afternoon and it has wiped me out so I’m gonna have to shut down without reading any of your posts or replying to comments tonight. Hugs and blessings, Natalie

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**Image found on the Internet; text added by Natalie

Line by line

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K.L.Laettner author(InfiniteZip)'s avatarPeace, Love and Patchouli

We cast our wishes like nets
attempting to catch the life of dreams
imagined in places between the lines,
captured or falling through
it’s all the same
when you move line by line
tightrope walking of the mind
silver threads we follow along
pulling ourselves through the moments
afraid of getting lost along the way
we wind the length hand over hand
and tuck away the ends
for safer keeping.
The net waits patiently
on the high wire act we balance
to the mercy of the ocean winds that blow,
we teeter and right ourselves,
making good with what goes wrong
and rejoicing in the right that comes
and one foot in front of the other
we see the end before us
the place where safety calls,
one last step to the firm ground
we stand in the sun that warms
and wonder how we found our way through
to…

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