At An Angle
Tilted at a 25-degree angle shooting conflicting messages to our brains, we were stumbling, bumping and falling. Oh, did I mention snorting, chortling and laughing—this passage is always a thrill.
Tilted at a 25-degree angle shooting conflicting messages to our brains, we were stumbling, bumping and falling. Oh, did I mention snorting, chortling and laughing—this passage is always a thrill.
“Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest THY FLOCK to rest at noon?” “Behold, thou ART fair, my love; behold, thou ART fair; thou HAST doves’ eyes.” “He brought me to the banqueting … Continue reading
Since mid-June, an undulation of spirited cowgirls, always aglow, on and on they shine like poppies left quietly to grow in a field lit of morning sun. Their spark never to eclipse, for they all fend for one another and … Continue reading
You’ll Look After Me Won’t You? These guys know what they want and they look quite content in their current state. They know that the world delights in their presence carefully and caringly and they are not taking it for … Continue reading
Thrilled to be with you again steamy maple latte. You are so precious swooshing and swirling in your ceramic vessel at closing time and ever so more delicious in me. I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for you. Prayer … Continue reading