Walk On
“To walk away from someone you care about who cannot meet your needs is one of the bravest acts you can do.” -Jillian Turecki And as much as I had resisted over and over again there is only so much … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Nature
And So It Was the Later…
Something redolent about the whiff of moist duff after the morning frosty dew dissipates, something not-so-ordinary to spot, this sweet trinary. Sunlight yearns to kiss these lavender hued caps and if girlfriend were with me on this am stroll, she … Continue reading
Something Deep
Don’t be afraid, there is nothing. You are always and forever the deepness.
A Cheery Bunch
I ran into a cheery bunch…I don’t always have it in me to be chirpy, though it’s out of character for me to dig too deep for it, some days it’s neat to greet a cheering squad. These bright and … Continue reading
She Already Knows Her Magic…
I’m here to protect it.
Born to Stand Out
We weren’t made to fit in, we were born to stand out. Time is so compressed these capriciously peculiar days; I can’t think of a better opportunity to take this on. What seems magical is fairly straightforward here, we are … Continue reading
Someone to Tend. Part 2
We surfaced on this mellifluously abundant planet of everything imaginable and instantly we embrace the idea of scarcity. I can’t blame us wholeheartedly as deception is quite astute and personal accountability and choice are striped from us since our arrival … Continue reading
Someone to Tend. Part 1.
When you don’t bow, you exist, you, we, you, history.” – Yianni Ristos Something happens out here in the wilderness. An eternal commitment that cherishes the graciousness within. It’s no wonder that here I stand bare toes on terra, unfettered … Continue reading
Let’s Go __________ !
Fill in the blank with your penchant of praise, but apparently Brandon is a kicky cheer these days. I’m not into trends but it is a hail worth rooting for. It’s heartening to see gatherings with such comradery stepping up … Continue reading
Letting Go
These crimson drops, a momento of yet another transitional flash in this life cycle, have speckled this verdant swath like the first hearten strokes on canvas. The Maker already knows the final image, but His beloved children wait to see … Continue reading
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