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About momentswithmillie

My best friend and I own a small retreat center in Western North Carolina, Peaceful Quest Retreats. I write from the inspiration of the Divine in this beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains. It's hard not to be inspired by nature and her beauty.

Scrooge no more…

It seems to me that every year Christmas is appearing earlier.  This year it was the day after Halloween.  It used to be right around Thanksgiving.  The stores would begin decorating.  The radio stations would start playing 24 hours of … Continue reading

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The Tango

Mami loved Daddy with fierce exhaustion, gripping and manipulating her way into his heart and life. I watched, young and naïve, expecting to love the same way without clawing my way into anyone’s heart. Her end result was always similar: … Continue reading

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Perception

I had several dreams last night. Each time I was finishing one I would say to whoever was in the dream the same sentence, “The distance between worrying and reality is called perception.” I have no recollection of the dreams. … Continue reading

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Yes

Say yes to the morning whether her breath is cold with discomfort. Wrap yourself in a blanket of hope. Say yes to the evening whether darkness keeps you awake for hours. Love the silence of the earth. Say yes to … Continue reading

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Tornado

The night’s silence was deafening forcing thoughts to travel into uncharted corners of my mind. I journeyed from here to there, what if’s, when not, what to, where at, in a lunatic chaotic frenzy. The wind picked up slightly inside, … Continue reading

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Our Story

This story, yours and mine, touches me in the middle of the night as I long to reach under the warmth through the miles of blankets and pillows to feel your fingertips rubbing mine. Between the snores, movements, and exasperation … Continue reading

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Loving the Discomforts

It is 15 degrees outside.  That’s what reads on my computer screen and from the movement of trees it must feel even colder.  To me it might as well be -5.  I am allergic to the cold weather.  Why do … Continue reading

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