Have you ever had times during which your heart is so full you can barely speak? Much less answer emails, phone calls, blog posts, and all the other ways in which we snails are drawn from our shells. So I find myself this week. Brimming. I now feel the need to be very, very quiet, just to keep myself from spilling over.
Now it is time for another move into a larger world. Out of these shells, into others, a bit roomier, or cozier.