So I have come up with Wine Book Barn, instead. This
little cluster of words is far more than just words. They are the things that
keep me from stomach ulcers, panic attacks and from ringing my kids’ necks.
They are my refuge when I am overwhelmed and my lifeline in case I swim out too
far from shore.
I know women who hit the
pavement for a ten mile run with a group of their best gal pals, and others who
seclude themselves in a quiet room and practice yoga. Moving, breathing, and exhaling
our troubles are the general idea, of which most of us humans need to do from
time to time. That is, unless we fall into the group of people who deny our
troubles and worries and wind up stewing in them until we resemble green beans
in a southern buffet: limp and lifeless, tasting only of the salt we have
simmered in for the past twelve hours.To read the full post, click on this link http://www.peachstatemomsblog.com/. I am their guest blogger today. : >
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