What a lovely Sabbath Day I had yesterday, God. And, if I think of the day as the old people did, as starting at first star, then my Sabbath began on Saturday evening with bagpipes and drums. Kit and I…
What a lovely Sabbath Day I had yesterday, God. And, if I think of the day as the old people did, as starting at first star, then my Sabbath began on Saturday evening with bagpipes and drums. Kit and I…
So, in being thankful for my husband surviving another marathon I come nose to nose with the self induced nature of stress and that unpleasant fact that I have been given both authority AND responsibility over my life/mind/thoughts/fears etc. An incredible gift, yes! But one I really don’t want to accept. But, I am willing to become willing to accept it. Mostly.
Mid day, good heavens, I so rarely pause once the day gets going. Odd how the flow of trivia carries me along. Not that time with friends is trivial. Not at all. Still, I would like it if there were…
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
Since 1958 articles by members & guests offer news about activities, history, Sacred Dance practices, profiles of Sacred Dancers, choreography, images & illustrations.
How to Step In -- Substitute Teaching
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chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
Since 1958 articles by members & guests offer news about activities, history, Sacred Dance practices, profiles of Sacred Dancers, choreography, images & illustrations.
How to Step In -- Substitute Teaching
world wide fun