Maddie's white cat, who had become practically feral at one point, is turning into a nuzzly lap cat, May I admit that I love this? He is the only cat we have left, now. Brandy was my big, purring tabby who
These are my misplaced musings. I misplaced them quite a few years ago and now they are reappearing, like the ball point pens that suddenly reappear from between the sofa cushions, long after I've already bought more.
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homeopathy, my teacher, my friend.
we walk the soul together
turning over loyal stones of compassion
honest places of depth
daily we travel.
Memories of Dad
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Thinking back over memories of my Dad…. one word came to mind. CARE.
Dad had such a heart for others. Always caring, always looking out for
those he l...
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