On Wednesday, October 9, just a little after noon, I walked out my front door in Scotch Plains, New Jersey, determined to walk all the way to Toronto, a trip of close to 500 miles. After 32 days of walking, with just one day of rest, I arrived at the home of my grandchildren in Toronto, on Saturday, November 9. This transformed the trip for me from a lonely adventure to a joyous stroll through the countryside with friends. It was completely unexpected and as I saw .

Fruit on the bottom baked oatmeal. Or peanut or almond butter added in and some strawberries. Fruit on the bottom baked oatmeal. Adapted from Cooking for Seven.

A prudent question is one-half of wisdom. Though I saw it all around. Never thought I could be affected. It is so strange the way things turn. Drove the night toward my home. The place that I was born, on the lakeside. As daylight broke, I saw the earth. The trees had burned down to the ground.

Pagan Acres Sacred Grove and Labyrinth. If I have a belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it; even if I have not had that belief in the beginning. A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. Thursday, October 18, 2012. Who comes to me, I keep. Who goes from me, I free. Yet against all I stand who do not carry my key. Only those with Love and Goodness in their hearts may enter.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018. I know all the subjects I need to cover yet, but since the first of the week, have been thinking of veering off course. Again, a quest I had started four years ago. But I finally had to admit that something had to give with that left ankle. Not only was the a.