Mixed blessings.

Blessings on the Butcher, Lord

deep blessings on the Butcher!

The Butcher does, Lord, every day

all kinda things I can not say~

Oh Blessings on the Butcher, Lord

deep blessings on the Butcher.

Blessings on the Children, Lord

deep blessings on the Children!

For Children do, Lord, every day

all kinda things I can not say~

Oh Blessings on the Children, Lord

deep blessings on the Children.

Blessings on the Slaves, dear Lord

deep blessings on the Slaves!

For Slaves STILL do, Lord, every day

all kinda things I can not say~

Oh Blessings on the Slaves, dear Lord

deep blessings on the Slaves.

Blessings unto me, please Lord?

oh blessings unto Me!

For I still do, Lord, every day

buy Manufactured Goods for pay

Oh Blessings unto me, please Lord?

deep blessings unto Me…

Dogwalking

Since we have Homeboy in our Crewe, there’s a lot of dogwalking involved in the Day-to-Day.

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Prayers are chanted, breaths are breathed, to the rhythm of feet hitting pavement and vaccination tags clink-clinking together.  Like high hats.

 

Here’s a favorite mantra, for zone-out/exercise/breathe time:

 

 

This one is also a supa-dupa jam jam: