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Dreams do come true.

Dreams do come true a second time, and more. I had dreams . . . vivid but hazey around the edges. (That’s because I was young and wasn’t sure what they meant.) They weren’t sleep dreams, or day dreams but a longing in my heart driving me to act on things that sustained my dream….

Kitchen Window Altar

The view from my kitchen window is my most sacred altar. Many a prayer has been offered up from this place. Many times with tears, and often with a humble smile. Always with faith that grows like the garden I look out onto. My windowsill has held collections of family members passed on, sticks and…