by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL26-0120 Here in the Northwest, the sun rose about 7:43 today. By that time, I had eaten breakfast — two thick slices of smoked pepper bacon, scrambled eggs with pepper jack cheese, toast slathered with butter and a thin layer of Kelly’s Habanero Pepper...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
On this first Sunday of 2021, I’m speaking to myself (actually, commanding myself) with the words of the psalmist– Bless the Lord, O my soul; And all that is within me, Bless His holy name! (Psalms 103) I am committed to awaken each day with these words in...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
Poetry Friday : August 26, 2016. I never tire of the quiet peace of the early morning hour with its sleepy rhythms and sweet freshness. It is about that hour — when one day fades to a memory and the next has not yet begun — that I write. In the early...
