Taste: chili
Sound: rain falling at night; silly; Lily chewing and smacking
Smell: chili powder, onions and green peppers frying
Sight: the Snohomish River and fall colors; red leaves
Touch: the weight of Tish’s head and small body pressed into me
Intellect, ideas, and dreams: Mary Shelley’s fur falling out and thinning. The Pomeranian in the body of a larger dog ate a small tennis ball.
"Almighty God, grant us grace fearlessly to contend against evil, and to make no peace with oppression; and, that we may reverently use our freedom, help us to employ it in the maintenance of justice among people and nations." -- adapted from The Book of Common Prayer, Prayers for Healing
Grateful for: cat memorials; creativity bore of boredom; rest
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