Sacred Sunday Comments

I am hearing the blue jays, a sacred bird for me....outside crying. Then the crows. The day is dark and wet...I saw 11: 11 and 1: 11 today and beat on my heart, thank you...and quiet. Except for the sound of me practicing my new song. I am listening. Church bells. The active day of people's prayers. I see it all as a sacred thank you. Living in this place, where I can breathe and express my sovereign world. In peace. At least, for today.
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