The monks of the cicterian chapel sing their chants and it brings me quickly to a rememberance

Benedictine monastery- year after year I roll in, head covered from the cold and somehow it feels respectful. Anonymus, part of the one without making a statement of 'i'am here

Tanned, naked, wrapped in a Sable I settle into my prayer cushion, rubbing seasame oil and annointing my forehead

In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, come, come to this remembrance of all moments, ssunrises in the bahamas, Georgia, ......

It's snowijng now on April 3, two Russian blue kittens play in it, jumping, licking, 

Birds sing- the sky is dark for sunrise

My heart dances

-kmg2016‎

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