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Had a wonderful away this weekend with a group of ladies that frankly I am not sure exactly how I became so blessed to have them in my life....but my have I been blessed... the weekend involves the company of women who come together and scrapbook...  this is the usual activity that pieces together the weekend moments for most... while a small group of others finds a variety of other occupations during what often is a 3 day weekend of no life outside what is created within the walls of this sanctuary called black hawk lodge....what a treat this weekend is... from the company of the gift of my heart... to the company of other like minded hearts and souls... it is my goal to feed and nurture... from the day of arrival up unto departure... i share my heart blessings and pour out upon the women of this group the gift of nourishment... i love to cook... so my gift to this group of blessings... is to prepare what turns into breakfast and dinner daily... as a manna gift from heaven that nurtures and fill the soul... it is always my goal to fill those to full... the ones who have come to refresh and rejuvenate the mind, body, and soul... what a treasure is found within the walls of ones own self when recognition and need become the evidence of truth... what a gift of love is given of ones own self... within a the gift of a creation of flavors and tastes that becomes a life giving need to those that are loved in a sisterhood of self... and as the sun rises upon our tomorrow after this time away from your everyday... may each of you my sisters find blessings in the small moments of child....of self... of wisdom learned... of your everyday moments of growth that have begun from a need through life and reality... until we meet again dear ladies... i want you to know the months are long but the plan is great for our coming together again to re tell the stories of life as we know as soon as time allows... 



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