This entry was posted on January 10, 2014 by jbrianwaddington. It was filed under teaching, the preacher, wisdom and was tagged with enjoyment, harmony, perfection.
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,…
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January 10, 2014 at 14:45
Thinking of you… Preacher. * smiles* Didn’t see a recent post, and so thought I’d say hi. Be well.
January 13, 2014 at 08:26
two small problems, a low grade typhoon / monsoon has meant no photos and my back (getting old and a misspent youth) has been acting up but hopefully today or tomorrow both the weather and the back will have improved.
January 13, 2014 at 08:57