Hanging Here

One of my favorite things to do is sit in a swinging chair that hangs from a big tree in my backyard.

I trot out there with my laptop and earbuds, intent on writing and reading.

Almost inevitably I end up with a cat in my lap, staring up at a blue sky through layers of tree limbs.

And that’s okay.

It’s actually great.

Quiet time to think isn’t a luxury for me, it’s a necessity.

A time to clear out memories and make room for more.

Like a yard sale for the mind.

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