Monthly Archives: August 2016
What is 90 minutes of unpaid time to birth an easier labor for the day? So was my innocent thought. The embryo of innocence, unknowing what life held in waiting, drew my eyes to the sun kissed gift as…..
A week where sheets of heart rain fell upon the tin roof of my soul. Deafening at times. At other times, gifting a comforting rhythmical tympani, like a heart beat. A week where sheets of heart rain fell upon the tin…..
Sometimes I think the screech or cry we utter at birth is our attempt to scream the first of what will be, an infinite number of ‘why?!’ We just don’t know how to articulate it yet……
A savored and delicious morning walk. Pre fall temperature and wind. I pondered how my presence changed the earth. My feet moved pebbles and grains of sand. My body changed the direction of the wind. If such a simple act could…..
Sometimes the yearning to write by hand is so great. My heart so full of gratitude for my computer and keyboard that allow me to see and write. So much gratitude. Sometimes, though, I long for the feel of the pen’s…..
I have pondered this image taken over almost a month ago. The whisper is wordless. No matter what a passerby may see with only a quick glance, appearances are not truth. You cannot see in. You cannot see out……
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