My Fountain Pen is Out of Ink
My fountain pen is out of ink,
With the cartridge dry,
My words begin to shrink,
I cease to scribble,
But continue to think,
Of what I’ll say,
When my thirsty nib,
Takes another drink.
A look at what the rabbi is reading
food for thought
" Life is too short there is no time to leave important word left unsaid"
This blog will explore the Spiritual Disciplines.
Recipes showing step by step directions with pictures and gadget reviews
Death Of Soul For Rebirth
End The Cycle Of Negativity
Be your own kind of unique!
I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
Musings on the things that bemuse and amuse me. Welcome to my meandering mind.
The truthful take from a Utah foodie.