I do not. I often say Nature is my religion. Over time, the doubts in my head just became too loud and too persistent for me to pretend to adhere to any semblance of ‘faith’ any longer. I consider myself agnostic. I haven’t analyzed my views for a while now so for all I know, I might actually be an atheist instead. I don’t know that it matters. In any case, I abhor the arrogance of organized religion. There are a good many religious folks out there, I get that. I admire their kind and gentle attributes. But I think that is by stint of their own natures and not because they choose to affiliate themselves with religion or because they believe in a god. Oh. And let’s not forget the multitudes of so-called ‘Christian’ Americans responsible for the nightmare administration of the Orange Menace and the horrors of January 6th and the continuing threat to our democracy. Their hypocrisy and stupidity are truly astounding.
my girlhood, my now
silent morning
streaky clouds, blue sky
daydreaming
calm, again
separated feeders
stilling the squall
of the bird bullies
october, my 1st true love
spring, nearly spent
not quite summer
still, I wait for fall
Freaky Friday

unthirsty horses
I can lead folks
to my words
but cannot
make them read
what I aspire to be

Magnificent Monday

cover model

wide-eye Hazel
strikes a pose
for Watership Down
Silent Sunday

Chit Chat