Where did we meet? In stillness, at one another's feet? Or was it in sleep?
Wherever , Whenever , our tendrils whirl in beat to strings in golden sheath, from time wherein.
-J.G.
11/24/10 Bbk, CA
There are so many stories to share in ones lifetime, yours, mine, ours and others... let's hear and speak them, honor the existence of each voices tales. I am so thankful for the many moments in colorful places shared and alone; times when holy spirit has flown through pulsing veins, interweaving life and friendship and understanding.
The title of this weeks, spread, 'still' comes from center page at right... - underlined, a piece of sentence from Cec's sharing of a Thanksgiving trip to Sedona, AZ :,
" its power swallows me still"
Happy Thanksgiving near and far - Peace and Goodwill to all,
-Jennifer
24 November 2010
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hemphill love ~ thank you for teaching me about the power of stories... these tales... of voices... of expressions... of life... I am 4ever grateful to you and FOR you. our friendship is golden fortune in my life. experiencing life with you, taking in all the richness of everything we encounter, the stories within each person, object, contour, portion, color, and degree of perspective we sense... this abunDANCE is my joy, and my great honor. love you lady J.
ReplyDeletehappy day of gratitude.
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