Back to the usual shit. I’ve experienced a very sacred and special 48 hours. I’ll spare the details but I will say that my mother’s birthday celebrations have been a huge love fest for myself, her, our family and our friends. She truly makes people around her happy and gives them hope, simply by being her graceful and compassionate, kind hearted self.
Happy (41st) M o m.
Moving on from that , into this new year, and her new year, and my new year and our new year,
stay tuned for 10 poems this week. I’m about to paint the proverbial walls black and yellow, for the Instagram is not a town, and I don’t write in red. 🙏 Blessings and blessings.
May we all be close to the Lord God Buddha, Krishna what have you fill in the blank <insert name here> on the beautiful Sunday that is approaching at these penultimate preceding the witching hour ,
is my #readingday
I want to make it my #writingday
This is my first #Resolution
} forthcoming and #hastags
below (follow the grey arrow) ⬇️ _& May the #vicissitudes
be all but non existent and the #Dralas
ever-multiplying .. as always ☮️ ☀️ #youareuniquebutnotdifferent
Note: photographs are 1.) unknown
2.) JeanLucGodard (I think) in Paris (I think)