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Finding a Feast for the Body and Soul
Take THAT, pandemic.
Song from the North Country: Flood Waters
There’s a song you used to sing,
sweet redeemer rescuing.
Lift your head and sing it now,
the sun is breaking through the clouds.
Just Like in Your Town
“Do we buy our material lives at the cost of what was free?”
Campfire Song
Come a little closer to the warmth and the light…
the beacon
But now, though my tent is small and its fabric strains to tear… there is refuge here
Mister Fish — Live!
You washed up on the beach one night and saw that there was more to life…
Brilliant!
In a brilliant flash of insight, I realized that…
A new language for a new year
Love heals all wounds, if we will just listen and learn its language.
Mister Fish
Mister Fish, you’re a dish and a dream to every solo mother Hangin’ round, cruisin’ town, looking for her perfectContinue Reading
Mary Lee: Six Decades of Gymnastics and Dance
“There’s nothing greater than to see a three or four-year-old master a cartwheel… The look on their face is priceless.”
