Something opens our wings.
Something makes boredom and hurt disappear.
Someone fills the cup in front of us.
We taste only sacredness. ---Rumi

Colleen told me that if I continue to blog for a year, then I would have my "book". This I will do...
I found this part of a prayer-poem today while completing my photo album from Jonestown this morning. It says it for me.
Right on the front cover with a picture of Carl wearing a bat mask, and this crazy white woman in a red apron with an ocelot for a face...