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March 05, 2009


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Alright alright....now I am sounding like a broken record. But I don't care :) I hope someday to create gorgeous collage pages as you do.
And all that you write continues to resonate so deeply for me. Thank you my dear one for that. It helps to know someone else out there that has this deep soul language.
Gee....I want to be your daughter & go to the woods & have the rituals & the drumming :) :)
We do love the same things....

Thanks for sharing this story.
I have so much I want to say but all that I can come up with is thank you right now to much emotion stuff would pour out.


Oh Kathy, this is such a sweet and lovely story. I have to admit, though, it made me laugh out loud. I've been down that road so many times (though never to the forest LOL). If only mothers could give up the notion of making up for their own mothers' mistakes.

Oh Kathleen that was a beautiful story. I wish I had done something as beautiful as that for my own daughters. I know she will cherish that day for the rest of her life, and if she has a daughter of her own, it will be repeated I am sure.

You are incredible.


You have the rarest of parental talents, the ability to change. It will serve you well and your children will become your friends. That is no small accomplishment!

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