Palms, Olives and Thorns

Holy Thursday made a pilgrimage back to L.A, where the grains of mustard seeds  grow as large as the kingdom of heaven, orange poppies border the highway, citrus blossoms and jasmine perfume the car, palm trees line the streets the same  as they do out here in the desert — out here where everything seemsContinue reading “Palms, Olives and Thorns”


Good Friday, always cloudy as Jesus hangs dying on the cross. I wonder now if tomorrow never came, would he still rise on Sunday? Would there be a second coming if the human species disappeared behind the clouds (except for the survival of the fittest, the survival of the richest)? But if the species wereContinue reading “GOOD FRIDAY iCLOUDS”