My mountain moving, prefers privacy.
I’d much rather be a number in the crowd, than on an ego-serving stage.
It’s early, 6:30am. My husband has taken Dylan with him on his sunrise walk and Tommy is still snoozing in bed. This is a rarity and a treat to be able to begin my day in a quiet house, writing to you.
I truly love the relationship we are cultivating here. I love that these weekly entries don’t come easy to me, that the art of writing requires discipline…