Friday's postcard, and a prayer on the winds of time
August 9, 2024
“The hours to home” (2017)
Nagasaki
I don't pray as often as I used to, nor as much as I should. But I knew I would need some quiet space, this morning, for extended contemplation and spiritual knitting.
Today is Nagasaki Day, which, in my orbits of consciousness is a familiar moral sojourn. I was born at Hanford, where the plutonium for the core of the …
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