I am well.
Learning to love what a lavish gift God gave us
in these broken,
imperfect bodies.
Rejoicing at the ability to heal.
The sun has returned and I learn every day.
Everyone is a teacher, you see.
If I sing my heart,
will you listen?
Listen to these songs that I sing, while looking at the beauty
and the fall of the pale petals?
Looking out the window now it seems
a god is smiling on this world and filling my mind with words
and pictures and....
Well let's say all six senses are diamonds of light.
The limitations of the language, this language I love;
keep me from spilling them all
over this page.
Pale petals, they remain.
At the minute I'm loving
books
internet ( always)
coffee (always, always )
bright evenings that have the smell of summer.
I hope you are well, dear hearts.
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