Nope, I cannot say for sure why the chicken crossed the road. Or, in this case, the turkeys. Sometimes I listen for the whispers to tell me. Sometimes I cannot hear the answer and then I have to ponder, did I ask a…..
A wearying day of questions. To sit and let all pass through. Then the smile to remember those precious moments when acts were done or gifts given anonymously. No expectation to see the response. No desire to see the other’s face or reaction. The…..
A late posting as the wind has been dancing with the energy of technology. As the wind howled and distant thunder rumbled I pondered words and meanings. Is courageous fear the same as fearful courage? Courageous fear feels like it has movement and goes forward with a…..
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