Disgusted with me sleeping on his pillow,
Chai gives me a bath, licking me clean.
Cuz, after all, it is his pillow!
The post below (explaining why) was written on 9/11,
after looking out the window to flags flying at half-mast.
My posts are becoming "stream of consciousness"
rambles and not narratives because the experiences
we are living I have no vocabulary for,
save than to just write from the Heart
knowing you all love enough to forgive
the ramblin' life Within.
Thank You & God Bless.
Your prayers are making a difference!
For that what thanks can be offered
than to share, and keep you in my life?