The Holy Erotic
Monday, February 22, 2010
I am sitting on the deck at my temporary Santa Barbara writer's retreat. The sun dances on my eyelids and fills my soul with warm light. Read More...
I am sitting on the deck at my temporary Santa Barbara writer's retreat. The sun dances on my eyelids and fills my soul with warm light. Read More...

A week or so ago a friend of mine delivered her first child. A miracle baby hoped in love, conceived in love, nourished in love and now held in love. I thought today how words like sanctified and holy meant set apart for divine purpose … Read More...
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