Strawberry Field in Central Park yesterday .... I laid in the Sun.
My back to the crowd, my face towards the flowers, my music in my ears my sun on my skin.
Reconnecting with the truth, remembering who I am basking in the warmth of his glow.
Almighty pure hot fire burning healing creating spirit heat glow... the Sun. Teaching me how to be strong guiding my memory to the fact that He has always been there before me shining. Sometimes relelentless... ever strong.
Even when the sky is grey... he is still there ever shining glowing sharing. Heat. Life. Spirit. Without you.. there is no me.
Thank you for blessing me with your presence... thank you for growing me strong and free.
J9
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I'd serve Wall Street the mixed-up scrambled goose eggs. Duck eggs are often double-yokes. They make double portions servings for plutocrat's beagle mutt 'blue dog' devil food cake? I men `In the dog and gerbil afterlife. Sow-Reap.
OY, payback for war carnage.