'...there was a public house on the way evidently, the local congregation used its basement. We stayed there. Twice, the bartender fed us the preceding night's scraps In the morning of the third day, an odd silence hovered above: rising…

What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting... ...of the greatest, silent need.

The new new testament will include the book of St. Jones.

Hush; you might desire one thing: dwell in he who is Love; consider this, his beauty.

'...whys and wonders -AND wordless prayer for Heather J., Jim L., David Garcia, Jerry W., Dr. Choi, M. Sparks, John Fitch II, and dear Zea, among many others.

Think about it both ways: A kind noting of limitation- A grateful noting, on the part of limited one, of kindness

Dedicated with love and concrete concern to our dear 'north east' Japanese friends (deceased and bereaved)...and to the very best on their road back to ?? a new normalcy. +

I listened to Chris's Orwellioan Cameras while watching the video. It got me thinking about the eye watching us and this is what i came up with.............

There is a small flicker of faith that he will make it through. He has found himself in the market place surrounded by people, looking for compassion. There is none. He feels invisible, centered on his own problems but that small flicker of faith…

I listened to Chris's Orwellioan Cameras while watching the video. It got me thinking about the eye watching us and this is what i came up with.............