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With palms together,
Good Morning All,
It is Friday morning and it seems the whole world is alive outside my window. Machines in the desert are clearing in order for builders to build. The displaced birds are sitting on the branches of bushes arguing with each other about what it all means. I sip a cup of coffee and listen.
There, in the corner of the courtyard area is Penny, a bulldog who, while a girl, is just as ugly as can be. She snorts, salivates, and farts and she does this having a pink collar announcing she is all woman.
We can never take things for what they seem to be. We are always redefining our limits, pushing the envelope and saying yes to no, no to yes, and in so doing, creating a space for us to be as we are in the moment unfettered by the past.
What a wonderful world.
Be well.
Good Morning All,
It is Friday morning and it seems the whole world is alive outside my window. Machines in the desert are clearing in order for builders to build. The displaced birds are sitting on the branches of bushes arguing with each other about what it all means. I sip a cup of coffee and listen.
There, in the corner of the courtyard area is Penny, a bulldog who, while a girl, is just as ugly as can be. She snorts, salivates, and farts and she does this having a pink collar announcing she is all woman.
We can never take things for what they seem to be. We are always redefining our limits, pushing the envelope and saying yes to no, no to yes, and in so doing, creating a space for us to be as we are in the moment unfettered by the past.
What a wonderful world.
Be well.