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It’s almost the time of year to swap the winter robe for my gauzy writing robe and I love the feel of this robe. It’s made by Honest Cotton and when walking, it floats along with you. I’ve worn it for years, so it’s thinning in the elbows from writing.…
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Cathedral of Calm
I opened the front door and stood in the doorway, breathing in the remnants of our early morning rain. The thunder didn’t awaken me at…
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The Sober Me
The chair was hard, thick plastic with metal legs and reminded me of the chairs from Sunday School, but it felt sturdier than me. My…
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Sharing My Space
Standing by the large wooden table I heard a sound that no plant lover wants to hear. Rumi, my Asian Council tree had dropped two…
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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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