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It was my first day at work at the Bonita Springs YMCA. Two of us newbies trained together all morning, and I stayed afterwards to workout. I tried not to watch or stare, but I could not ignore them. I wondered who they were. Were they mother and daughter? To be sure, I do not know the.

Tending the Garden; Tending the Soul. Maybe it is About Me. This particular plane had monitors in the ceiling and all the regular announcements transmitted over these monitors. It occurred to me that this seems to ring true in my relationship with God.

An anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind. Any question, it seems, could be asked, and back came an immediate answer.