I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.
"Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days"
Hey u Howdy ! Just brew a hot cup of coffee or tea,n join moi follow the Trail as it leads you to a place where you can experience the energy of a playfull abandonment,a place where you can you can learn to enjoy being a Nobody.Please,come have a seat...come join moi for a Virtual Cuppaa.while i Hum I love the Coffee and tea and the java and me....so cheer up n smile...here's To ...The cuppa....shared (yeah)