I am in here.
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
So we’re off to see the Dalai Lama tomorrow in Bloomington, Indiana. He is dedicating a new temple at the Tibetan Cultural Center there. We have tickets. We need to get there early in the morning to go through security. I guess it’s not easy being the 14th incarnation of the Bodhisattva of Mercy any … Continue reading lama in indiana
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