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I Met A Duck in the Street

June 2, 2026

Last week, I left the house a little earlier than usual. Not because the day ahead was spacious. Quite the opposite. It was full. Appointments, responsibilities, errands to run, bags still to pack for my upcoming conference. One of those days where the hours already seem spoken for before they even begin. And yet, before leaving, I found myself lingering in the garden. The overgrown bushes had finally been removed, opening up an entire section of the bed I hadn’t really seen clearly in years. New flowers and shrubs had recently been planted, and I stood there for a few moments appreciating the fresh openness of it all. The morning light and the possibility of adding a few colorful blossoms. The beauty of something being tended and made new.

Stories

are like Magic Carpets.

They transport you to worlds filled with new perspectives, powerful insights, and heartwarming connection. Stories are unpredictable modes of transport, thank goodness, as they open doors to the hidden places within and around you. The wisest ones approach storytelling with a child’s delight and curiosity. Eager to discover the treasure within that is ready to emerge.

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