Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Sunday, March 30th, 2014

Mornings Without Alarms

These feel so rare to me lately. And when one comes along I just want to kiss it…which is impossible since its not a tangible thing. But those lingering moments where you roll over and pull the covers back up and cuddle in with the kitties…THAT is tangible…and kissable.


I met another PK today. Let me rephrase…another crazy, disinfranchised, make-her-own-way PK today…at bookclub. I left the time with her thinking “Oh…there’s someone like me. How strange and delightful.”


Sometimes all you can do is lay down and cry. And in those times I’m grateful for the space and ability to do just that.

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