November 28, 2013 | Categories: compassion, teaching, the preacher | Tags: birth, death, grief, love | Leave a comment
The Watcher: Still and all I need a place for the best of the best.
am afraid that I have stretched myself too thin. I have far to many blogs and not enough time to do them all justice. So I shall be concentrating on one. The one that got me started.
All of my life I have felt the call of the seasons. Spring and Fall is migration time. But the ravages of time have done their damage. Now the only changes I can have are the ones I create in my electronic world or our garden/temple.
Originally posted on Letters From The Side Of a Sleeping Volcano:
would that the world looked this good through my keyhole re·miss rəˈmis/ adjective adjective: remiss lacking care or attention to duty; negligent. “it would be very remiss of me not to pass on that information” synonyms: negligent, neglectful, irresponsible, careless,thoughtless, heedless, lax, slack, slipshod,lackadaisical,…