On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Eight maids a-milking…
Add cream and some sugar to that coffee. Milk is the gift of the Gods. It nourishes and sometimes reminds us of what is pure and not pure. Pure is working together in love to bring in the harvest like on a dairy farm. Up early and with a friend. Doing what needs to be done for the cows and the good of the community. What’s not pure? When something toxic has made the milk poisonous. Think about this as we go into 2025. Time to remove toxins?
Kisses from PARIS!!!
