I have a wonderful, talented dear, dear friend in Len. I am tickled, thoroughly amused, and touched by this post.
I have a dear friend, more sister than friend, her name is Rosa.
Rosa is on a journey, dare I say, of enlightenment . She would never say such a thing, she is far too modest, but it is a fact I am witness to. Rosa who is an Episcopalian priest, lives in our old Fort Lauderdale neighborhood with her husband Sherod, also a priest, our priest. I miss them terribly, if anyone can help me have faith in man and god it is this duo. I see far too little of them and their daughter Maria but I do keep abreast of Rosa through her musings on her blog, Cenizas, Estelas y Senderes: Ashes,Trails and the Wake We Leave Behind.
Recently Rosa wrote about her rather frequent encounter with owls, most likely a saw-whet owl, her post entitled I Don’t Believe in Angels, describes the seemingly chance appearances of these nocturnal sentinels…
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