Unexpected

I had two blog posts all lined up in my head for coming home from deepest, downest, most fabulous Cork- one on holidays (which would have to include a description of the utter failure of the workhouse intentions!) and the next on books.

Now and again, however, I rave about Ann Voskamp, and here I go again. Her post today goes so much further down the sandy beach path that I've been on this month. Love, patience, living fully for her where I'm thinking through living freely. Wonderful things.

Tomorrow blog posting of holidays and the real posting of the first two trans-Atlantic bundles...