The first hue of dawn tints the edges of the sky like a water color canvas. You're burrowed in a mound of too warm blankets desiring to hibernate like a woodland creature. Resigning yourself you yawn, stretch then peek open your eyes wondering, "What amazing inspiration shall the world bring to me today." The earth hums back "We shall see."
Sunday, November 2, 2014
All Soul's Day
The last of the three holy days, All Hallow's Eve, All Saint's Day and finally All Soul's Day, day of prayer for the dead.
My father Michael. He passed in December of 1987
Many blessings to you on this fine Holy day.--Kate
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