SHOPPING FOR COMPASSION
SHOPPING FOR COMPASSION My shopping cart is littered with ads Some torn and wasted, Left behind by harried customers Much like me. I pull my shopping list from the pocket of my jacket, It is as usual: eggs, … Continue reading
SHOPPING FOR COMPASSION My shopping cart is littered with ads Some torn and wasted, Left behind by harried customers Much like me. I pull my shopping list from the pocket of my jacket, It is as usual: eggs, … Continue reading
I don’t know that I’ve ever literally walked a fence, but it is a descriptive phrase which I like to use. It so beautifully describes the balancing act; the teeter-totter effect of parsing out energy, in a life lived … Continue reading