I arrive at the door of #9 Nut Cracker Lane to the smells of sugar cookies and spices. Pine fills my nose. The red door is decorated with a pine cone wreath, guarded by Nut Crackers, varying in height. … three more posts are awaiting at the Lemurian Tour blog of Patricia http://adventtwo.wordpress.com/
The Lemurian Abbey is a divine sanctuary across the lake from the City of Ladies. This lake is not unlike Lake Como in Northern Italy and is home to votaries of the Soul Food Way. The Abbess welcomes all comers but encourages residents to give bricks to ensure the growth of this virtual sanctuary. Check out her personal Lemurian Squidoo for products and books that she recommends.
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as I have read your story, I return a promised Fitz
papa
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SEED: “and so much more than I had expected from a stranger”
TITLE: a source of ideas and dreams unknown
What then has brought us to this;
that of friends, siblings and beliefs,
elements somewhat predictable in comfort –
we settle for less than more –
Yet from a stranger –
we build barriers of fear.
“More” can always be expected from a stranger,
while “less’ is what must be found
in that empty purse
we explored before.
Looks like I’ll be paying you a visit!