I boarded a flight from the United States to France, located my seat and situated myself for the long flight. I had my plans all laid out. I was going to work on the computer some, read, rest, have a meal and maybe even a movie somewhere in between. Yes, it was going to be a relaxing and enjoyable flight. As the final passengers boarded the plane I was already in my zone with my newly purchased book in hand and chapter one under way.
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I was sitting in my living room this evening reading a new book that I had purchased last week when I began to hear a tapping outside my back door. For a minute I thought I was hearing things, but the sound grew louder so I got up to see what was happening. I opened the blinds on the door, and to my amazement the entire back yard was covered in white.
I enjoy taking time out of a busy week to pamper myself with a mud mask. Some of you may be thinking, “What? That’s torture, not pampering.” But for me, it’s a refreshing and enjoyable experience. I have learned that it’s best to pamper myself in this way when I can be alone. It seems that when others are around, and I come walking out of the bathroom with mud all over my face, I can get some rather interesting reactions; everything from screams to people running out of the room.
While walking to work today I passed a flowerbed filled with daffodils. They were in full bloom and breathtakingly beautiful. It was another reminder to me that Spring is officially here. Everything is budding and alive. Everything that is except for one tree. It is a sad looking tree. It
When I was a kid, I use to love playing in the mud. After a good soaking rain it was great jumping in the puddles, but nothing beat digging your hands and toes down into a gooey pool of muddy madness. Just feeling that mud squishing between your toes was refreshing and an almost surreal experience. Maybe that’s because we weren’t allowed to play in it very often.