Writing

I can’t talk about God and make any sense God knows I am an inconsistent friend and haven’t been in touch. I wouldn’t say that

And if you discover some old piece of your writing, or an old photograph, you may not remember and yetit will ring a bell and

Let Some of the Sacred Cling to your Limbs Like gauzy sleeves that loosely flow in the breeze, it caresses you and reminds you of

Don’t expect much of the day Set low expectations, and prefer to be pleasantly surprised by a better outcome.

Go into the woods and tell your story You are not at home there, but you love the romance of it, and the challenge. 13

Praise the light of late November It won’t be long until the darkness of winter hangs over the day, threatening while also reminding me that