Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

Mystery Meal

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. … More

and.

This is how it will always be.

Then What?

In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.

Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”