Dear Mick, You seem to know pretty much everything...
I wandered into a group of gals doing Yoga prayer-centering before the life-sized Betty Friedan Memorial Lava Lamp that is set smack-dab in the middle of the lesbian labyrinth in The Arboretum of afflicted faces at our Lady of the House, Nancy Pelosi, prayer, worship, and gathering space for our intentional community of believers and where it is the rarest of days (as in never) to hear the lectrix make mention of the poor souls in purgatory during the Bidding Prayers and, for a moment at least, I began to wonder if the Barque of Peter had not drifted a few degrees of its course owing to our great helmsman, Franciscus, being otherwise occupied with the concerns of global warming causing us all to smell like sheep..
What do you think?
Signed, Flummoxed in Fussels Corner, Florida
Dear Flummoxed in Fussels Corner, Florida
Well, wadda ya gonna do?
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