Fifty-Eight Degrees and Cloudy

Follow the raven,
Flow on the wind’s wishes
Over telephone wires
And the tip-tops of
Tree branches budding,
Chimes singing up and down
Our street in the breeze.
(Call me, call me,
Up and down the road,
Call me, call me,
And there we go…)

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.

rotwork

"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous

eucasite

@eucasite

themortarandpestlelife

Vingettes Of A Memoir

We Listen To Mary Magdalene (Lady Nada)

Just another WordPress.com site

Providence Community Acupuncture

Affordable Acupuncture 7-days a week

Zero Waste Millennial

Low-impact, low-tech, low budget.

Passion School

Teaching You How to Come Alive