Sometimes the whisper is not simply the image gifted. Sometimes it is the bridge created across the chasm of two totally disparate worlds and images. The first was gifted on Christmas Eve. Walking along the lakeside the whisper called to look…..
Here’s to Gilbert. A scrich my friend, you will not see. Sometimes you just have to trust the energies of leaving a feather to return kindness. Winter’s storm had gift 5 inches or so of snow for the earth to drink…and a little hobbit to shovel. The temperature was only 1 degree and double digit wind chill. The drive and parking area to get my car out can take one to two hours depending on the weight and depth of…..
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