my mother is dead now. has been for a while. but for years, whenever i could call her, she pretty much said two things before hanging up. Why don't you move here? and Did you go to church?
maybe it's the oppressive craziness of the political season in this country, maybe it's because it's raining again. or because it's her birth month, or because people do continue to speak to us from the grave? or because Velma's Wendy is not eating.
but today, just in the last hour or so, i DID go to church. First i went to Judy Martin's blog. went and walked into the photographs there, came away and returned again a few times. and then on my way to gather the milking equipment for yet another maybe or maybe not partially successful attempt at milking, i found myself in Church again......
the onion skin dyed curtain at the alter of the Morning Sun.
and Michelle, take note.
