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Tiny Buddha

Most mornings I try to take a quick review of my Inbox to see what sales have landed, who is living the Faceobook life of my dreams, what adorable kittens are doing and who is posting what.  


I love Tiny Buddha as they offer such a wide range of blogger writing---all incredibly insightful---and each with a different tone or angle.  \\

It's the same with food.  I simply cannot sit down at a table and eat and entire plate of spaghetti, or stew, or chilli or some such thing.  Maybe my taste buds get bored. I dunno.  I like to have a wide variety of tastes and choices on my plate---and I have a bit of this and a bit of that as I go.  This is why buffets are incredibly dangerous to most people.  Tooo many choices!!!

The only exception I will make for this is a huge salad.  When I have salad, I add fruit and nuts and a protein of some kind, and I can combine various tastes on each mouthful.  So one bite might have blue cheese, grapes and spinach and another might be romaine, chicken and almonds.  Mmmmmm now I am hungry.

The point of all of this is that Tiny Buddha is like my salad.  On the surface, it looks like you will be getting just the one thing---but you can pick and choose what you like---each post being unique and wonderful in its own right.

I invite you to take a look!  Today--- will spend some time there myself---see you at the salad bar!



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