here’s another scene from my weekend away. i had coffee with this monk(?), and his charge every morning. i recalled my favorite quote; from the wisest of men….. “i care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for...
i think i’ve found my 2 buddies for the weekend. a sturdy, seen it all, been there before bench to shoulder my frantic body and brain. a tree. an elder on property. she drapes her gauzy branches low and thick, concealing me from camp share. for now we just sit....
off i go. fingers, toes, eyes crossed their coffee’s strong. otherwise…. i’m not responsible for playing nicely with the other yogis. keep your cell phones on dears, lest i need a break out. click image for source Similar posts:lusting wanderdelta...
more rain? didn’t we already have this conversation? silly busy bee i am. i can’t afford wet wings. tomorrow i crisscross the country for dorm living and cafeteria food service. {pausing for self-cognizance} i’m doing what?! have i forgotten those...
