ODE TO THE BIKE
An old friend wanted to go on a bike ride during my blog writing hours. Friend or not, I mustn’t give in to temptation or my work will suffer.
An old friend wanted to go on a bike ride during my blog writing hours. Friend or not, I mustn’t give in to temptation or my work will suffer.
The moon eclipsed the sun on Monday. I’ll get to that. But first let’s take my puppy for a walk.
I lean Quaker, but I’m not comfortable with absolute pacifism.
Today is Easter. I’ll get to that. But first an apology.
Last night I had the strangest dream. I was watching the presidential debate between the venerable president and his cantankerous challenger.
I don’t like interruptions. Last week my work was interrupted by dogs.
A friend asked me: Are you an atheist? Someone told me you were.
I’ve got happy feet. I’m walking on sunshine.
I have a confession to make. Last month I surreptitiously slipped out of my silo.
I thought I was done with deathbed farewells, and then a son of an old friend called.
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around my world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.
An old friend wanted to go on a bike ride during my blog writing hours. Friend or not, I mustn't give in to temptation or my work will suffer.
The moon eclipsed the sun on Monday. I'll get to that. But first let's take my puppy for a walk.
I lean Quaker, but I’m not comfortable with absolute pacifism.
Today is Easter. I’ll get to that. But first an apology.
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