We call her Paris
Bright voice in silence, a Cardinal accepts my alms. She gives me much more.
Bright voice in silence, a Cardinal accepts my alms. She gives me much more.
{this painting is my original work.} Maybe you know the children's book "Are You my Mama?" A hatchling goes looking, asking everyone and everything "are you my mama?" until s/he finds his/her mama. The term religion is derived from... More »
I don't know, entirely... and that's part of my relationship. I don't know Her entirely, or myself entirely. I will say this, though. I don't see that many robins around here, one or two, or... More »
Simple. I would be mySelf... by mySelf, of mySelf, for mySelf... truly, deeply and madly in love with mySelf. At that point, my eyes would well up because I would know that I had shed my last... More »