Hi Tammy! I know this is an old comment! I got a direct message from "you" and I don't know if it really is you or if someone has gotten into your account. Please let me know.
I learned a lot about you from this open and honest piece, both external and internal realities. I love how you weave home, houses, kitchens, baking, and marriage around the comfort of cinnamon. Roast chicken smells like home to me. But my cinnamon is (cinnamons are) reading and swimming. I'm a little bit off, wandering in a fog, without them.
Good morning Tammy! Brave is the word that comes to mind here. I'll have to say singing is my cinnamon. I sing. It's what adds warmth to my life and where I find myself, even when completely lost. My senses have a lot of crossover so this makes sense to me.
Hi Tammy! I know this is an old comment! I got a direct message from "you" and I don't know if it really is you or if someone has gotten into your account. Please let me know.
Yes! It is me!
Really enjoyed this piece, Tammy. Thanks for writing it : )
Thank you for reading! I appreciate your support always!
I learned a lot about you from this open and honest piece, both external and internal realities. I love how you weave home, houses, kitchens, baking, and marriage around the comfort of cinnamon. Roast chicken smells like home to me. But my cinnamon is (cinnamons are) reading and swimming. I'm a little bit off, wandering in a fog, without them.
Good morning Tammy! Brave is the word that comes to mind here. I'll have to say singing is my cinnamon. I sing. It's what adds warmth to my life and where I find myself, even when completely lost. My senses have a lot of crossover so this makes sense to me.
You have lived, Tammy!
Singing! I love it Corrine. Thank you for sharing. Is there a song you come back to over and over that is an anchor for you?