“Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it.”
~Buddha
Photo is of a “Pure Perfume” rose unfolding in my garden. I have a whole cluster of these roses sitting in a vase in my kitchen windowsill and they give off such a gorgeous grapefruity aroma.
Don’t you think “Warriorette” sounds awfully similar to “Marionette”?
This was my garden basket this morning. See those awesome heirloom beans? They were so good (just finished dinner a few minutes ago). Had sauce with the Roma tomatoes that you can just barely spy underneath the beans.
What did you pick from your garden today?
Not sure why, but there’s something really liberating about knowing that I’m now headed to hell (or in mormonspeak, “The Telestial Kingdom“).
Now I can do all the sorcery and coffee-drinking that I want, with nary a worry about the consequences. Right?
Besides…some of my favorite people have been fornicators, thieves, pot-smokers, liars, and/or presidential candidates (and sometimes all of the above).* And what would the afterlife be if I couldn’t hang with all those groovy people?
*Note: I am resisting the urge to blog about the P-word. Resist. Resist. Resist, I say.
