Day 270
This morning, I’ve been reflecting on how many good people I know. Reflecting in a joyous and thankful way, not a melancholy self-deprecating way. In the past, I have often… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
This morning, I’ve been reflecting on how many good people I know. Reflecting in a joyous and thankful way, not a melancholy self-deprecating way. In the past, I have often… Continue Reading
Sitting up again last night, I scribbled two pages that I planned to transcribe onto here this morning, but I’ve canned that. Where yesterday upbeatness came from, I don’t know…. Continue Reading
My brain feels starved of words this morning. Although the sun is shining. Ebbs and flows. Occasionally, a monastic existence has its attractions; the repetition of rituals, the sense of… Continue Reading