Thursday, May 5, 2011

A roof over my head

makes me luckier than a huge percentage of the world's population.
I don't know how I was born so lucky... here in beautiful hilly New York, with family, friends and lots of personal space. I could have been born in Palestine, or Libya, or even Alabama.
My daily list never gets tackled and stress can bring me down. I have to constantly remind myself to take moments and count my blessings. I am so thankful to be where I am today!
My chickens have a roof over their heads too!

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