Rolling like a river.

I’ll never be able to know for certain which bacon from which stall she always bought at Findley Market.   I can guess.   But it’ll be along time before I can ask – and by then I’m not so sure I’ll be concerned about bacon.   

Blessed are those who weep now, for they shall laugh — Luke 6

Last night I laughed – I laughed with a friend.  I laughed hard.  At the funny little things I do in life.  And it was good.

"All through the changes, the soul never dies.  We fight. We laugh. We cry.  As the years go by." – Amy Grant. 

Acrossriversmall_1 Monasterysmall 

Mumssmall Holy Ground across the river