tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366018772024-03-06T01:28:43.763-05:00From the HeartMusings from romance author Sarita Leone.Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.comBlogger1064125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-30685716325233029992014-04-05T15:12:00.001-04:002014-04-05T15:12:57.918-04:00Flying Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<em><strong>Tempus fugit.</strong></em> <br />
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We've all heard the Latin expression, which we generally translate into "time flies" but in reality, as one of my learned, Latin-savvy sorority sisters (yes, Lizzy, I mean you!) would point out, the term means "time flees".<br />
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Flees? Flies? Whatever.<br />
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I've spent a great deal of time recently ruminating on fleeing, flying time. And the lack thereof. As well as the way time passes...in a heartbeat, it seems. <br />
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So, where's this all leading? No place, really. Just one woman in the middle of nowhere wondering how to cram as much living into as little time as possible because she knows damn well that time flees, flies and finally fades all too quickly. <br />
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On that note, back to the deadline at hand. So I can spend time doing some of the stuff that makes me smile on such a snowy (yes, I do realize it's April; apparently Mother Nature hasn't gotten the memo!) Saturday afternoon. Then, if I'm lucky, there'll be time tonight to watch the snow fall from my back deck while I plan how to make the trip of a lifetime become a reality...while there's still time.<br />
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Oh, yes. Thinking about time here.<br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-23552641481179271652013-05-14T15:29:00.002-04:002013-05-14T15:29:58.756-04:00Absence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A few weeks ago, a friend mentioned that I haven't posted on this blog since <em>*gulp*</em> November. Sad to say, it's true. I hadn't even realized it'd been so long. Funny, isn't it? Time sure flies when we're busy!<br />
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So here I am, checking in. Won't even attempt to fill in the past six months. Let's just say it's been mostly good, somewhat interesting (to me, anyhow!) and jam-packed with lots of time spent with family and friends. I've explored new places, met intriguing people and even hiked a glacier. I know, I know...I said I wouldn't do any filling in but, hey, a bit here and there is only courtesy, right?<br />
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Anyhow, it's spring now so things on the farm are just revving up. I've got a vineyard to tend, an orchard to deal with and lots of other farm-ish (is that a word?) chores to contend with. High on my to-do list for this week is learning to change the belts on a tractor. Oh yeah, the fun is neverending! <br />
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Can't promise to fill you in on details every day, or even every other day, which is good because, really, my life isn't all that action-packed. But I will poke in more frequently, if only to chat about the usual stuff...writing...traveling...life in the hills.<br />
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Until then, take care. And feel free to let me know what's going on in your corner of the world!<br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-82551625178658027722012-11-03T07:30:00.000-04:002012-11-03T07:30:03.017-04:00Craving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
With the cooler weather, I'm baking up a storm. I have a sweet spot for apple pie, so it seems as if I go from pie crust to pie crust, mixing and rolling more often than I should admit! The funny thing is, my neighbors are quite happy because the pies migrate. I can't eat them all--I'd be huge if I did!--but I really like baking them. Seems I've got a craving for the scent of apple pie filling the house!<br />
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Any cravings at your house? Hmm? <br />
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C'mon...confess! I did!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-18636703872779371142012-11-02T06:30:00.000-04:002012-11-02T06:30:03.707-04:00Sailing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes writing feels a lot like sailing. When the wind's just right, the sails where they should be and the deck sturdy underfoot, the feeling is heartstoppingly fabulous. Feels like flying over the water; no obstacles or distractions, just full on, full speed ahead. <br />
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When the words are flowing effortlessly, the feelings are the same. No bumps. No holding back. No barriers. <br />
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That's the way this new book is going. Page after page, just coming together the way it should without any annoying obstacles. I am having a great time writing it, love the way the characters are interacting and the way the plot's twists make me laugh. <br />
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Love my job. Yes, I really love my job. </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-21980861860034617842012-11-01T06:00:00.000-04:002012-11-01T06:00:05.501-04:00Mis Amigos<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aren't they sweet? These are a couple of mis amigos. They are fun and loving, and I'm one lucky woman to be able to say these great guys are part of my life. Just thought I'd share a happy moment with you today!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-2758705735311708292012-10-31T07:00:00.000-04:002012-10-31T07:00:03.778-04:00Boo!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
That's it. <br />
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Just BOO!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-6624147958235724922012-10-29T06:00:00.000-04:002012-10-29T06:00:07.095-04:00Fall Clean-Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't know about you, but I love fall chores. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but it's true! The raking, buttoning up, battening down, wood stacking, statue storing, furniture covering...all of it makes the days feel productive and every chore brings me one step closer to the slow season here on the farm. <br />
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When the snow flies, life gets very quiet here in the hills. All I'll have to do is blow snow and keep the fireplace stoked, which is a far cry from the mad rush to complete all fall tasks!<br />
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Hope you're enjoying your fall clean-up as much as I'm enjoying mine. But if you'll excuse me...leaves, firewood and lawn furniture call!<br />
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Have a great day!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-49006332761530021982012-10-27T06:00:00.000-04:002012-10-27T06:00:09.585-04:00Big Hearts!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Every time I look at this photo, I smile. Just smile...and feel my heart warm instantly. Mi Refugio builds characters, touches hearts and truly encourages at-risk kids to learn, grow and experience joy and love. It's an amazing place, and it's touched my heart in a way I can't even begin to explain. </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-27060380477464706892012-10-25T05:30:00.000-04:002012-10-25T05:30:01.545-04:00Work!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Working hard on the new manuscript. Just writing, writing, writing. Not at all tedious, the way one might expect it to be. I am fully involved with the characters and plot, so the hours are just flying by!<br />
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I hope you're having a good week. Me? Having an excellent, productive week. Now, back to the book...</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-40535543819967290392012-10-23T06:00:00.000-04:002012-10-23T06:00:15.444-04:00Smiles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One of the best parts about being at Mi Refugio in Guatemala was the happiness permeating every minute of every day. The kids, teachers and other mission workers were all so happy. Laughter from every area of the school, all day long--what's not to love about that? <br />
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I miss the laughter. I miss the love. I miss the smiles. <br />
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But, I'm lucky...when I close my eyes I still see and feel it all. </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-58655474865894805302012-10-22T06:00:00.000-04:002012-10-22T06:00:12.918-04:00Teaching<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When I was at Mi Refugio in Guatemala, I spent some time teaching computer and typing skills to the children. They are so bright and eager to learn. The hours flew by quickly and the kids learned a lot--although I truly feel I learned just as much from them. <br />
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I miss the kids. I can't wait to get back there ... to teach--and learn!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-8115802582156711562012-10-15T07:45:00.001-04:002012-10-15T07:45:24.842-04:00Naranja<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Everything is very orange-y here. I love it! Will be raking leaves today, which is a nice break from editing.<br />
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Hope you have a beautiful day!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-84075288569177408132012-10-14T06:30:00.000-04:002012-10-14T06:30:00.411-04:00What's Not to Love?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't know about you, but I totally LOVE weekends! <br />
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For a while I didn't, which was my own fault. I let someone steal my joy--which was, thankfully, only a temporary situation. Now that I'm back on track, I love what I always loved and feel so much better. <br />
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Because really, what's not to love about a weekend? <br />
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And honestly, letting someone steal joy? Ridiculous! <br />
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I hope you're enjoying this weekend. I know I am!</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-24441027230968364512012-10-13T07:38:00.002-04:002012-10-13T07:38:40.551-04:00Perfect Baking Weather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong>It's a chilly morning here, so I've got baking on my mind. This is a favorite recipe. I'm getting ready to pop a loaf or two in the oven. I thought you might enjoy it, too! Have a great Saturday!</strong><br />
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<strong>Applesauce Walnut Bread<br /></strong>1 cup granulated sugar<br />1 cup applesauce<br />1/4 cup vegetable oil<br />3 egg whites<br />3 T. milk<br />2 cups flour<br />1 t. baking soda<br />1 t. baking powder<br />½ t. salt<br />½ t. cinnamon<br />1/4 t. nutmeg<br />½ cup chopped walnuts<br /><br />Lightly grease and flour a loaf pan. Set aside.<br /><br />In a large bowl, mix together applesauce, sugar, vegetable oil, egg whites and milk. Mix until combined. Add remaining ingredients and mix, reserving the nuts for last. When the batter is thoroughly mixed, spread it evenly in the loaf pan.<br /><br />Place pan in a pre-heated 350-degree oven and bake for 60-75 minutes. Toothpick inserted in center of loaf will come out clean when bread is done. Cool before cutting.</div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-91666865507534998812012-10-10T07:30:00.000-04:002012-10-10T07:30:04.150-04:00Work...and Play<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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These past few days I've been working hard on my new book. Working hard to get over the infection that laid me low when I returned from the mission trip. Working hard to finish all the fall chores here on the farm. Just...working hard. <br />
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It's what we all do, isn't it? We work hard for what we have, want and need. We know that if we buckle down and do what we need to do, we'll attain some measure of success. And "success" is defined differently by everyone, isn't it? We all have our own yardstick with which we measure ourselves and our actions, calculate our successes and failures. <br />
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As I go about my ordinary life, I can't help but recall the people I met on the mission trip. I see their faces in my mind, hear their voices in my head. And, I keep their lives in my heart. <br />
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The realization that so much of what I--and many others--take for granted is hammered home after this journey. I admit, I've never had to wonder where I'll sleep at night. Never had the pain of hunger invade my mind and body. Never walked barefoot over dirty, rutted trails. And believe me, I'm very, very grateful I've never experienced any of those things.<br />
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My sweet friend Nadia, in the photo above, knows intimately the "never" list. She's faced all of those issues. Were it not for the school on the mountain and the faith of one brave woman, she would probably be hungry. Barefoot. Dirty. <br />
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But, she's not. See that smile? It flashes constantly. See the beautiful brown eyes? They sparkle with intelligence. You can't see her heart, but it is huge. Nadia is kind, funny and loving. It is my great pleasure to say she is mi amiga. <br />
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And if it weren't for the work of the woman who runs Mi Refugio, Nadia and the other kids wouldn't be mis amigas. Who knows where they'd be right now. Certainly not on a swing!<br />
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That point, the idea that the work and vision of a single human being makes this photo possible, kind of makes my work list seem much more inconsequential. Yes, we all have jobs to do...but some are called to do truly inspirational things. For that, I am grateful. <br />
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Now, if you'll excuse me...I've got weeds and firewood to be dealt with! <br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-67909513334315167442012-10-08T07:30:00.000-04:002012-10-08T07:30:02.168-04:00Journeys<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<em>"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."</em> </div>
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Or, in some cases, a bumpy busride. <br />
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I'm not yet ready to tell you where this bus actually goes five days a week, picking up and discharing its precious cargo. That'll come in time. For now, it's enough to know that the bus is one step on the journey toward a better life for an amazing group of children.<br />
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They're greeted each morning by the unmistakable sign that they are welcome. And wanted. And, most importantly, loved.<br />
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And this? This is what happens when children are given the chance to journey toward a brighter future...one bumpy step at a time. </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-63673848666020688952012-10-06T07:00:00.000-04:002012-10-06T07:00:02.672-04:00Guatemalan Gorgeousness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Guatemala is, in many respects, a land of stark contrasts. This morning I'm smiling, recalling the gorgeous natural sights that were everywhere around me. All I had to do was look...<br />
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This is a poinsettia tree. Yes, that's right--a tree! It was huge, growing wild and it completely shocked me when I realized the source of shadow where I stood. Imagine, standing in the shadow of a poinsettia? That'll totally change my view on holiday decorations!<br />
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A stroll on the grounds at Mi Refugio yielded abundant beauty. I paused at this little pond and gazed into the clear water. No fish in its depths, as I'd hoped, but a single water lily bobbed on the surface. Lovely!<br />
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When atop a mountain, rainwater cascades downhill. The melody created by the previous night's rainfall was so soothing. <br />
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There are times when I struggle to get the roses in my gardens to bloom. Really, I do. On a Guatemalan mountain, they grow wild. And the scent? Oh-so intoxicating!<br />
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Do I miss the place? Can't you tell? </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-38820874143262697282012-10-03T11:05:00.002-04:002012-10-03T11:05:56.467-04:00Everyone Needs a Refuge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mi Refugio (“My Refuge” in English) is a school set high on
a mountain just outside Guatemala City. To reach its gates, a bumpy, twisting
road must be traversed, making it the prize at the end of an arduous trek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is exactly what the name implies to the children who
attend classes there: A refuge, one they desperately need. Theirs is a
birthright of poverty and despair, disease and illiteracy. The social and
economic unrest in the country is a near guarantee that without some
intervention the future of a whole new generation will be very bleak indeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mi Refugio provides two meals daily, which in many cases is
the only source of nutrition for these kids. They are clothed in neat uniforms,
given backpacks and school supplies. They are taught hygiene skills and
manners. It is a Christian school, so the children learn faith. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The biggest gift the school endows upon these young,
impressionable minds is hope. That’s right; they’re taught that if they do the
right thing, study hard and look toward the future with an open heart, that
maybe—just maybe—they have a hope for a better life. A future that doesn’t
depend on existing, but living. A way to leave desperation and poverty behind
and step into the beautiful Guatemalan sunshine that, too, is part of their heritage.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mi Refugio nourishes small bodies and bright minds. It
dispels darkness, even temporarily, and instills hope and faith. It opens doors
to the possibility of a brighter future for children who would never otherwise
have those doors open to them. It gives these kids a chance to flourish despite
terrible odds—and, in the end, isn’t that what we all want for every child,
everywhere? A chance to learn and grow…and succeed. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-53124130763815133822012-10-01T07:00:00.000-04:002012-10-01T07:00:09.020-04:00Land of Eternal Spring<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last week I returned from a mission trip to Guatemala. It was a journey of "firsts" for me. First mission trip. First visit to the country. First up-close look at a volcano. First... Well, why don't we just wait for the rest of the "firsts" to come to light on their own. <br />
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What wasn't a first for me were some of the emotions I felt on my adventure. Love. Peace. Joy. All familiar to me, which is in and of itself a true blessing. I experienced other emotions on the trip, as well. Those, like the "firsts", will show themselves eventually. <br />
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For now, I just want to tell you that I went on a great adventure. <br />
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I met beautiful people. <br />
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Saw incredible things. <br />
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And came back home with lots of stories. In the coming weeks I plan to share some of those stories here. I do hope you'll join me as I tell about my latest journey. It was awesome, and I loved every minute of it. I hope you will, too.<br />
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I'm always amazed by the path these feet are on. This time, the path led straight up a mountain into a jungle...to find love and a small slice of heaven. </div>
Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-40719384646675538262012-09-23T18:16:00.000-04:002012-09-23T18:16:03.815-04:00Missing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I'm just home from a mission trip to Guatemala. More details to follow, but for now let's just say that I am really missing...<br />
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The kids at the school. Big time. <br />
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Kari. So much. Betsy, too. <br />
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The mission friends who should now, like me, be in their comfy homes, relaxing after the strenuous trip. <br />
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I miss the country, people, food, music...and even the spiders!<br />
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I miss Harry.<br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-72560038684445482162012-09-21T08:17:00.000-04:002012-09-21T08:17:00.430-04:00Harvest Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-5627689466977337342012-09-20T08:12:00.000-04:002012-09-20T08:12:00.621-04:00Clocking In<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Just so true! <br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-76447067419315975862012-09-17T08:11:00.000-04:002012-09-17T08:11:00.322-04:00Writing Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
People ask about the writing life, and by the gleam in their eyes I always think they must imagine it's a glamorous, exciting life. <br />
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Ha! <br />
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On the to-do list most days? Morning revisions. Midday writing. Afternoon break to do housework, yardwork, paperwork. So many "works" that need attention! Then late day writing. A break. Then, most evenings, I read or scribble outlines for what's on the following day's writing plan. <br />
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Yeah, totally glam, no? I'm not complaining one bit. I love what I do and realize I live a very good life but it is so not wild and exciting! But me...I'll take ordinary over exciting any day! <br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-26893701501563964522012-09-16T08:19:00.000-04:002012-09-16T08:19:00.224-04:00Plotting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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...Or hiking. <br />
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Maybe both. <br />
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Sarita Leonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09236262575377618259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36601877.post-41730494571772746352012-09-15T08:17:00.000-04:002012-09-15T08:17:00.350-04:00World of Color<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When I was at the RWA conference I managed to visit Disneyland a few times. I'd never been, and loved it. One of my favorite parts was the World of Color. It was just so pretty, and a perfect way to welcome the night. <br />
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