This morning I am meditating about my Southern breakfast. Homemade biscuit the size of a spare tire, red grits with cheese, bacon and chicken/apple sausage. Unsweetened tea. Also, the prayer of St. Francis. “…make me a channel of thy peace.” As they say, one doesn’t have to come from any background to meditate on this phrase. I find it’s one of the hardest for me to practice in life and one that I most need to live by.
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DB (lawyersgunsnmoney@mstdn.social)'s status on Saturday, 29-Nov-2025 03:19:58 JST
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DB (lawyersgunsnmoney@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 30-Nov-2025 00:54:37 JST
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@beckett @bmacDonald94 I had not had them before but there are red flakes from the kernels that remain after grinding. It’s very tasty
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Dadbod AntiFa (beckett@triangletoot.party)'s status on Sunday, 30-Nov-2025 00:54:38 JST
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@lawyersgunsnmoney What are “red” grits? @bmacDonald94
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Dadbod AntiFa (beckett@triangletoot.party)'s status on Sunday, 30-Nov-2025 08:59:31 JST
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@lawyersgunsnmoney Ah, from an heirloom corn variety like bBloody Butcher? Nice. @bmacDonald94
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