I do hate to throw SHADE, my dear, but just AMONG us friends, weren’t you horrified by that ghastly TONAL mess performed at the salon put together by the BARON? It was so painful and loud – I swear I thought that RAYON dress the Baroness was wearing would melt or shred or something! Sound waves can do that, can’t they? Well I certainly hope that is the last time I have to hear something like that!

Georg’ann

COUNT my blessings? Does counting a beach worth of sand one grain at a time move the heart to awe? It is in appreciation for the expanse, the depth, the shifts that I feel the magnitude of my blessings.
And yet each grain has the possibility to become a pearl. We need both the microscopic and the infinite.

In the next room you SNORE, soft sputters of breath tonight.
I imagine the slump of you falling off your pillow piles.
Under the worn blanket,
lanky legs at all angles.
No BARON here, only a common man at rest
on 500 thread count RAYON blend sheets.
Each thread a blessing woven into the silky cocoon that holds you.

Heather