The Patra Cafe is where, in Vermont, I wrote about Maine. Looking back from this place I'm in now, of one week vacations and accruing PTO, I am deeply, gratefully, thankful that I took this trip. What a gift to be able rest fully in the sunbeam of a longing.
My blog pulls me like a tugboat through these days. A time of discomfort, filled with calculating and waiting, waiting and calculating. Writing and remembering the journey I was on then helps me through the journey I'm on now, and the one that will always be.
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