These Eyes
heavy with snowfall, still ominous and on us.
heavy with snowfall, still ominous and on us.
Forever and always suspending, stretching, swaying and swinging. From the moment I spotted this place, a heart-cry from within overcame me…swings! One on every level within the interior—at ground level, a rope swing and up here, gymnastic rings in repeated … Continue reading
for being near to my heart and reminding me to hear its sweet tune.
and my compelling feeling to pass along a bit of encouragement for myself and perhaps for you…here’s to pushing your horizons be it physical, mental or spiritual.
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
for setting the tone.
because who doesn’t need a little sparkle in their life?
alas I’m feeling it.
and so it did.
just before it disappeared and the golden coin in it that was found by the one with a golden heart. While not an actual Vasilopita, it was disguised as one for underneath the customary powdered sugar pita, was my signature … Continue reading