It’s a Friday morning in the springtime of 2024, and I am online, announcing a full and grateful glowing spirit of feeling harmony and love, (once again).
If I were to try to count my blessings, it brings to mind an image of a tree, and its branches, tasked with trying to enumerate its leaves, flora and fruit.
Spring is a time to celebrate a thrust forward of life and not deliberate over the quantity, or weight, of its content.
If feelings truly are valid, I feel like the warm, blushing, glowing sense an organ has, embedded in a body.
The Humble Rock Dove 