There’s a small room in my house that probably, at some time, was a closet. Now an open window welcomes the sun all day. Abiding in the room are my plants, feathers, and my grandmother’s rocking chair. Soft music plays…..
I have known sunrises that I truly do not believe words, paintings, cameras or any human creation could hope to create or replicate. Each is knitted into my soul and even my bones. No two have ever been the…..
How to describe the day? A day of the child within. To drive to the wildlife refuge was to be a child at Christmas ready to open the gifts under the tree. To stand and listen to the…..
May the video’s simple whisper and promise bring ease and a smile. Namaste.
I have beaten the odds. Vanquished death twice. Why then is it so hard To simply love? Nay, tis not love Trust is the vanquisher. Swinging its hammer That I Should believe I Am Loveable Worthy It will be. The smallness of my heart Mirrored in childlike hands. From one who conquered…..
The gentleness of autumn’s grasses. Sometimes even the most solid and stalwart presences need a touch of softness. May my heart and arms be so aware and malleable.
The cranes quietly feeding leaped into a dance as the migrating geese above their heads soared downward to rest upon the lake. Nature’s whisper driven to dance, “We are all pilgrims migrating home but never alone. “
I have travelled a long path. No doubt there are still a few footprints behind me. A long path awaits, though in time not as long as the one already traversed. But you stopped my steps and tilted your head. You…..
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