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New Year, New Look

Happy New Year to all my family, friends and random readers! I hope that 2013 has been gentler to you than it has been to me, although, in spite of the tumult around me, I am faring well. I will get into a bit more detail in later posts. Suffice it to say I am living a bit of a country song right now, but since I am a fan of country music, I know that as long as I keep a hopping fiddle tune in my head and a dance in my step, I'll be golden.

As you can see, I changed the picture in the header. For years I have been wanting the idyllic cottage/cabin/farmhouse somewhere in some woods. It doesn't seem like that is going to happen all too soon and so I have decided to put up a picture of my village, the place I serve.

Philadelphia's skyline on a cold winter morning.
Photo By: Jarrod Bruner
                                               
There you have it folks the Philly skyline in Winter. Ain't she a beaut? My city. Every morning when I get off the train, I just get so dang happy just being there. There is an excitement and a joy that fills when I'm downtown. I've even found the Red Tail Hawk that lives there near Independence Hall, not to mention all the flora I have discovered in the cracks of the sidewalk. I've been inspired and touched by the people and most times, most folks just make me smile. This is my village and I am one of it's wise women. With a city this big you can be sure there are many of us. You know how to find me and you'll recognize me when you see me.

Trust me, you'll know. I'm the one smiling.

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  1. Wendy UKJanuary 16, 2013 at 12:59 PM

    Hey, happy New Year to you, missed you. I like the look of your "village".
    Bright Blessings
    Wendy UK

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  2. Sweet ProfusionJanuary 17, 2013 at 10:15 AM

    I love that photo! Thanks for sharing. I wish it really looked like that this week - I am sun-starved.

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  3. arielaJune 2, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    Move here, small village in the North Woods of Michigan, with other Jews. contact me if interested. shelshari@gmail.com

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