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Fernweh: Longing for Faraway Places

I love this post. It IS possible to fall in love with a place. Thank you, Anxious Introvert.

An Introvert's Issues

In the fall of 2011, my best friend at the time was finishing a semester abroad in Spain as part of her junior year of college. It had been a lifelong dream, and I still think of her whenever I hear someone speaking Spanish. As early December arrived, I was dreaming of Christmas break and all that entailed — being home for five weeks, surrounded by family and old friends, with not a deadline in sight. My friend, however, was beginning a strange sort of mourning period with which I was unfamiliar.

“I always knew it was possible to fall in love with a person, but I never knew you could fall in love with a place,” she told me one evening. I thought it was such an odd sentiment, and I would be remiss to say I didn’t fancy her a bit dramatic at that moment.

I recalled…

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To the despairing writer

Encouraging words and a laudable creed for writers. Thank you, M.C. Tuggle.

M.C. Tuggle, Writer

John C. Wright“If you only write one book in your whole life, and only sell 600 copies or less, nonetheless, I assure you, I solemnly assure you, that this book will be someone’s absolutely favorite book of all time, and it will come to him on some dark day and give him sunlight, and open his eyes and fill his heart and make him see things in life even you never suspected, and will be his most precious tale, and it will live in his heart like the Book of Gold. …

I write for that one reader I will never see, the one who needs just such a tale as I can pen, in just such a time and place, some rainy afternoon or dark hour, when providence will bring my book into his hands.

And he will open it, and it will not be a book, but a casement, from…

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A Little Owl Update



This is Alex, our Barn Owl. We got him when he was only four weeks old, and now he’s just shy of three months. My husband, the Falconer, is teaching Alex to do owlish things, such as flying at night and hunting for mice in grass. Already, Alex has learned to fly away and return to the glove, which is a real milestone in training birds of prey. So far, so good.

What Are You Going To Blog About Today?

Since I came up with a small excuse for not writing last week, I humbly reblog this article for your encouragement. Thank you, Stephen!

Fractured Faith Blog

It has come to my attention (well I do investigate for a living after all) that I follow a lot of fantastic bloggers. I try to keep up with as many of them as I can and, where possible, offer encouragement and support. I can’t do that with them all, though, as otherwise I would never be off WordPress but even if it means just liking a post, I do it. Just to let people know that I care and appreciate their written efforts. It’s the least I can do given the tremendous support we receive on a daily basis.

The flip side of that is that a lot of bloggers don’t blog or, if they do, it is very infrequently. You see it all the time. The ‘Sorry I haven’t blogged in ages but I’ve been soooooo busy/life got in the way/haven’t had anything to say’ type introductions. Delete…

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A Baby Owl: A Small Excuse for Not Writing

Yes, I’ve been too busy to write much this week. And here’s the reason why:


This is Alex, aka Owlex. A four-week-old Barn Owl that we got from the Avian Conservation Center near Charleston, SC.  My husband is a falconer, so he knows quite a bit about birds of prey, but this is his first owl. So far, Alex is eating well, taking small bites of mice from the Falconer’s hand. And he sleeps a lot (the owl, not my husband). It was easy to fall in love with this little guy.

Maybe one day, Alex will look like this:

Image by DannyMoore1973 on Pixabay