Halifax Public Gardens
Two biscuits, homemade, coffee in a thermos,
a striped purple napkin
on a new day warm bench.
And quiet.
The quiet of intimate becoming;
of simple elements becoming
a picnic for one, with the world.

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