Excuses

Flotsam and jetsam jam this Sunday's mailbox...

I'd fly the flag for pantheism, but it would be way too large to fit on a pole.

Connect, connect, connect. Connect has become a buzz-word. “Figuring out how to connect” is an ignorant presumption of disconnectedness, when we are already always connected...real water, real earth, real fire, and air: the real elements are already working with you. Learn to dance.

Listen to the heart if you would discern the mind,.

There are no excuses, at best, only descriptions — and even with that, the universe is not a belief system.

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