When I Was 69

When I Was 69
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Thursday, September 5, 2019

Another sacred space

A peace pole has greetings in different languages.

Joe Pie Weed gives a bit of color to late August garden.

A nice door and porch welcomes us to come inside.

At some concerts, the musicians were on the patio and steps, and the audience spread out on the lawn...(not shown) but this day rain was very possible, so we were inside.

I sat for a few minutes to meditate on this handy stone.

Last spring's flooding of the Swanannoa River meant it changed where the banks were, cutting into the garden space of the Meeting House.  But Quakers can cope with a lot, and have gardened what areas they now have.


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