Stacy Jo’s Mindful Moment at the Edge of the River

Stacy being mindful

A mindful moment with feet in the cool water…

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

-Not by F. Scott Fitzgerald, despite what everyone says 😉

Stacy Jo

Stacy Jo writes like she gardens, with patience, curiosity, and quiet wonder. Whether she’s growing daylilies or walking barefoot by a creek, she pays attention to the small things that shape a life. 🌻

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