Sitting between the fireplace and the tree here in a Paris Home, 6 of those I have birthed around me connected and separated, experiencing the same moment, breaking in and out of their movies, books, snapchats, and games to share a tidbit or out do another's last laughed at comment...we are one. A family ‎

Can I be anything but greatful for whatever tomorrow brings this moment is and has it all, fullness bounding, ‎

I read of Augustin rodin and his living with my favorite poet rilke about the same time kahill gibranu is in Paris and they need. The "son of man' could have been started in the early 1900 when this coming together happened and the translation of the sermon on the mount could have been read as I read it now to my group.

I ask, so ur persecution asking me to relinquish this quest of reading is spoken of as an honour so ask away...;)

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