I hope when you come home to yourself, there are flowers lining the front porch left by all your previous selves.
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When my daughter came to visit she walked in the door and asked, “What’s that’s smell?”, but she meant it in a good way. The house smells different on any given day depending on how I live, so I couldn’t really pinpoint it for her. There was a Voluspa candle…
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Let Life Flow
My daughter and her boyfriend came to visit and we spent the entire afternoon together. A year ago, or even less, I would have planned…
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Prepare the Mind
I learned quickly that the homemade hummus doesn’t stay fresh nearly as long as store bought because there’s no preservatives. I cut the recipe in…
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A Life of Whimsy
The other day, I let little Stephanie step into my home. She wanted to borrow some cocoa for brownies, so I walked over to the…
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The Little Guy
Since posting about letting my hair grow, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans Living and I have been sending each other Marco Polos each week. It’s…
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Grab a warm cuppa and soothe your weary soul inbarbsworld. I’m Barb, the writer behind this blog and I share through a clear, simple lens. I’ve lived a life filled with everything that money could buy, but in 2014 I left that life to feel myself living. Now, I know what abundance truly is and it can’t be bought.
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