I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Speechless
On Thursday just past, Yanni's music gave wings to my spirit so that I soared through heaven's gate as I drove in a van through Las Animas along the ARKansas River. Weaving these blogs together has become a passion with me now. IT was affirmed, again, on Friday morning by my friends at the Copper Kitchen and at Covenant Programs.
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