Advent III, 2011
In this rising time
of the not yet-nearly,
let me love without reserve until splendid
with diaphanous freedom
and tasting the cinnamon
zing of hope.
c.MperiodPress
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Aesthetic Acts in Progress
~creating community for clergywomen~
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing
Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing