GRANDMOTHERS - Picking My Own Switch... A branch, not a switch! Eeeek! Grandma chasing me around the yard, both of us laughing when the switch came down with her gentle Love, more a hug than a stinging truth, more of a caress after a bad dream than a disciplined cruelty after a good reverie, more Love and Peace than Fear and War. We love you, Grandma! Thank you for the dance! (The pleasure is mine, child.) Peace and Love © 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)