Tonight our olives are safely gathered in. A wonderful day spent under celestial skies standing in our silvery trees with purple, black, red, pink, green, smooth, speckled, wrinkly, shiny, plump, soft, ripe, round, oval, lovely olives tumbling into our nets. Thanks be to the god of olive trees.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
olives safely gathered in
Tonight our olives are safely gathered in. A wonderful day spent under celestial skies standing in our silvery trees with purple, black, red, pink, green, smooth, speckled, wrinkly, shiny, plump, soft, ripe, round, oval, lovely olives tumbling into our nets. Thanks be to the god of olive trees.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
confession
Finding a church in disrepair is always unsettling, yet fascinating. Entering sacred places, once held in esteem, now fallen into rubble and tatters, their inner dignity exposed, I find most revealing. It is as if the neglected fabric of the building speaks. Not less of the word of God, perhaps more.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
le marche oak trees
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