I Met the Woolly Orphans

Mothering, in Lambspeak

Friends,

I went to meet the orphans.

Since their mama died, my friend Ruth has been feeding them every four hours.

They’re adorable, thriving. A wooly Abbott and Costello on eight legs. Thick as thieves.

Inside that little shed was more, too—about motherhood, survival, tenderness, mundanity and wonder.

As I watched, something deep in my chest ached.

Miles away now, part of me is still in that barn.

How do these images speak to you? I’d love to hear.

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📙📙📙 From my bookery:

THREE WINNERS! Congratulations!

DEBI SCHLATTER, you won Willow Weston’s new book Collide: Running into Healing when Life Hands You Hurt.

ALSO . . .

CHRISTI CHIRPISH and REBECCA ACKERMAN, you each won a copy of Julie Bonn Blank’s Routed to Heaven: How Near-Death Experiences , Afterlife Testimonies, and Heavenly Insights Can Help You Live with Intention.

When you reply with your postal addresses, we’ll send the books right off to you.

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The April Giveaway will be for a signed SET of my first two novels Sugar Birds and Leaning on Air ! Subscribers can reply with the word SET in your subject line, and I’ll draw your name from my garden basket at the end of the month.

More on my newest book in my next letter. I’ve been bushwhacking into the story, I tell ya . . .

and beauty hunting.

Which means I’m daily choosing a photo that speaks to me and sharing it with you. If your settings don’t deliver it, just click NOTES in my Substack nav bar. You can scroll through the whole batch of them HERE. Why, WHY take nature’s beauty for granite?

(Pun intended.)

Easter love to you,

Cheryl