- A row of dancing trees by the roadside. Cars pass not noticing. I am in every car.
- A confluence of coincidences. A delay. A book. A message. And an opportunity to take up, once again, a meditation practice last enjoyed many centuries ago.
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My Dearest Storm,
ReplyDeleteWhat a privilege it is just to know you, let alone be engaged to you! Awe the sweetness of knowing we will spend the rest of our liveS together! Thank you for being you and being in my life! I am yours FOREVER!
Michele