The warm sharing as we read and appreciate each other's musings.
April 1 has always seemed a day of warm mischief: which leaves me
wondering whether to take it seriously; am I being spoofed? is there a joke about to pounce upon me?
But who could not be open and trusting in the promise of this sunny first day of the 4th month
When daffodils declare YELLOW! so absolutely. And the spring birdsong is glorious and raucous. This April 1 was full of promise, not foolery.
You write so beautifully Maxine ^.^
Missing Wester... perhaps hubby has the computer again. :)
patience and compassion
hope
tied up in a ball
love
Meditated in the evening. Took a good look at resistance - got to know the bodily part of it better. Nothing in words yet.
::: Spurts of white sheets of paper
::: With black hieroglyphs
April 1 has always seemed a day of warm mischief: which leaves me
wondering whether to take it seriously; am I being spoofed? is there a joke about to pounce upon me?
But who could not be open and trusting in the promise of this sunny first day of the 4th month
When daffodils declare YELLOW! so absolutely. And the spring birdsong is glorious and raucous. This April 1 was full of promise, not foolery.