I didn't have a thot for today. I am busy finishing up my little book and with all the other things going on in my life have not felt much like writing thots lately. They were beginning to feel a little forced. Then I wrote this to a friend today and realized that this is my real thot for today.
"Oh, I wish you could come visit my mountain. It is one of the most beautiful places on earth, I think. Really we are part of the edge of a small town in a place some people might feel is run down, but I consider rustic, that some people might think is poor, but I feel is authentic, that some people might think is just poverty stricken North Carolina, but to me the overgrown shrubbery of summer, the rugged bareness of winter, the space between us and the mountains around us, make it sometimes feel like it might have been the blueprint for the Garden of Eden."
I am blessed by friends across this United States who write to me and tell me about themselves and their lives, by dear ones who send me little notes via videos and letters, by a life that is so simple and plain I cannot believe it interests anyone but me, but it is my life and these are my thots.
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