Wendy, as I lay in the quiet darkness of this Monday and listen to our forest owls call to one another, I am grateful for your words. I so appreciate as this new week begins the connection you weaved between the solitude of darkness and the silent grandeur of mystery. Thank you!
Wendy, as I lay in the quiet darkness of this Monday and listen to our forest owls call to one another, I am grateful for your words. I so appreciate as this new week begins the connection you weaved between the solitude of darkness and the silent grandeur of mystery. Thank you!
Thank you, Joy, and how perfect that you were in an owl-song darkness when you read it.