Monthly Archives: November 2024
The other day I wrote the scrich of the Whisper of what cannot be taken. This weekend, possibly knowing I don’t have a good memory and/or I tend to be hard of hearing, the Whisper returned. It was sunset and I looked up…..
So much chaos right now. I sit in the early morning and ponder my simple morning rituals and prayers. I wonder if they are perhaps too childish. A little hobbit walking to the north, south, east, and west windows greeting the morning, waving at the trees, laughing at the swirling incense, bowing to the light of the candle reaching for the rising sun, and eyes softly resting on little things gathered on shelves. Outside, so, so very different…or is it?
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