Words are inadequate yet I must try . . .
A symphony being written. Cardinals chirping.
Three fledglings coming and going from our feeder. Chirps quiet, hesitant. 155 more words
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The blue Pacific on a summer’s day
Rushing in to meet the yellow sand
The view’s terrific I see Monterrey
Lookin’ mighty fine from where I stand…
Holy Saturday is rather easy to miss, to not notice it or allow it to color our lives. I write this in the hope that Holy Saturday may color our lives with that deep intimate, tender quiet that comes from allowing ourselves to be touched, even just a bit, by as shared awareness of our sadness. 1,665 more words