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There are 7 members of my family of origin. In 1985 we drove from Canada to Belize. One day we saw 7 eagles. Then we drove through a rainbow. Grace is all around us and sometimes we’re blessed enough to see it.

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It is a blessing to see it. A multi-layered blessing, a tiramisu of blessing. The days when I see it feel like driving through a rainbow. Thank you for this story

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I LOVE Love love the term a Tiramisu of blessings

Also sending much furry love to all 🐾

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I recognized so much of my own experience in your post ❤️. So lovely to read how you so beautifully give words to true things. Did you know that tiramisu means “lift me up” in Italian? I just learned that a little while ago and it made me smile.

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Well, now I do! And I am thinking it may be time to get into tiramisu, like, in real life, with puddins n’ delectable secret layers and all of that.😅. Time for eating things alled “lift me up”

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Love this

Sublime writing

I heard a poet..her name escapes me. Americam slam poet w ovarian cancer

Anyway she described when someone dies..

They are actually MORE with you than when they were alive..

As they now work through you..

Or something like that. Apologies im tired.

But needed to say such beauriful soulful writing.

And yay bonnie.

And you.

I get it.

Dog......god....x

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So deeply appreciate the wild poetry of your “tired”comment, Anna. what a treasurefull response

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Ahhhhh correspondences!🥹✨💯🐶🪄

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