If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Camelot rose that I planted when my sister Cindy had surgery in Mountain Home. Around here, any excuse to plant a flower, even your gut being cut open is fine with me. Cindy has found her King Arthur so she deserves a Camelot rose.