On A Cool Sunday Morning
Cool breeze, birdsong, hot tea at hand, the Sunday paper in front of my face, my love beside me, the cats purring at our feet, a weary world halted at…
Music – a bit Unscene, Unherd
Cool breeze, birdsong, hot tea at hand, the Sunday paper in front of my face, my love beside me, the cats purring at our feet, a weary world halted at…
I knocked at the gates of reason, seeking answers The door opened I was knocking from inside Thus spake Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century mystic and philosopher. These are lines that…