Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. Mary Oliver On this quiet morning when no air compressor assaults the silence, when Gerry is off at men’s meeting, and I sip coffee and gaze at the grandeur of the hills across the valley, I feel blessed. Later, when it’s noisy andContinue
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. Mary Oliver On this quiet morning when no air compressor assaults the silence, when Gerry is off at men’s meeting, and I sip coffee and gaze at the grandeur of the hills across the valley, I feel blessed. Later, when it’s noisy andContinue