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#spiritsays: Georgette

#spiritsays: Georgette

#spiritsays: Georgette was a fan favorite, not because of her long, elegant strokes or the fact that rain or snow she showed, but because she knew how to squeeze the juice out of every day. It’s not the perfection of a stroke but the perfection of an attitude that makes someone a champion. Find a way to make every day your best.

#spiritsays: Purpose and love

#spiritsays: Purpose and love

#spiritsays: An old hand at tractors, trailers, and timeworn pickup trucks, Rusty knew it took more than the turn of a wrench to keep the fossil folk running; it took an infusion of purpose and love. After all, hay bales topped with squealing children don’t pull themselves.

#spiritsays: Can-do attitude

#spiritsays: Can-do attitude

#spiritsays: The gang met every Thursday come rain or come shine. Don might not be firing on all cylinders and have a hitch in his get along from time to time but he knew what it meant to feel truly alive and he would practice it daily until his sun went down for good. His can-do attitude was an accomplishment of a lifetime.

#spiritsays: Remembering back

#spiritsays: Remembering back

#spiritsays: Remembering back to when you had the world by the tail and cool was your middle name, when inexperienced swimmers could count on the pull of your strong arms and sunshine and surf were your daily bread, you smile. Now an old-timer grayer and thicker around the middle, your daily challenges centered around movement and meds, you are grateful for your life in the sun. Although your summer stories are quiet now, looking back will always bring a wave of warmth to the shore of your soul.

#spiritsays: Every teased strand

#spiritsays: Every teased strand

#spiritsays: Thinking the higher the hair the closer to God, Sophie wished she had a dime for every teased strand—when Aquanet was a must-have, and ceiling fans were low enough to be a danger. Remembering all that had once been so important to her, she was amazed at how much things had changed. Sentient and savvy, these days she barely ran a comb through her grey pixie crop, for she knew the shaggy fringe meant nothing in the big scheme of things. She had been and always would be connected.

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