This morning, before the sunrise, a bird began singing outside my window. She sang and sang, singing in the day. Listening to her song opened my heart. In the dark, she sang. As the light of day approached, she continued her song. And if I’m being honest with you, I was there with her singing. Something in my heart has opened and song has started again. Thank God.
Hi Kathleen, Happy Easter. I am here in the background following your writing, and it is amazing how graceful it has become. For some reason, it reminds me of your mother. But I would also like to know how Dick is, since we are totally out of touch for no good reason.
Hi Kathleen, Happy Easter. I am here in the background following your writing, and it is amazing how graceful it has become. For some reason, it reminds me of your mother. But I would also like to know how Dick is, since we are totally out of touch for no good reason.
Hi Francine, It is wonderful to hear from you. Please reach out to me through email and we can catch up more. ~K