Clinging to Hope
Clinging to hope we look for rest, stranded here in the in-between. What was is gone and what…
In Chaos Midst
What is happening to our world,Â our country and ourselves? #Poetry #RestInLove #JustBelieve #HopeLives
Recalling the adventurous hike my daughter and I did this past summer to High Rock Lookout just outside…
Some Things Will Never Make Sense
WTH?! What the hell is wrong with this picture? Triggers come in all shapes and sizes from out…
Adventure | Art | God | Photograph | Poetry
I am His delight
I am love falling, breaking unsuspecting hearts Cleaving deep darkness, I am lightening flashing I am thunder crashing,…
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I love this. â™¥
Thanks Grace! Have a great day.
PS – thanks for the reblog! ðŸ˜€ðŸ’“
Something should be flowing on my blog. Why not you? I have thing for wings. â™¥
I believe you already have wings and are soaring. Thank you for your kindness.
I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, actually. How I should feel like I’m soaring. I should be able to look down and see that I’m flying. I don’t know if it’s the glare of the sun or the feel of my feet on cold pavement, but I’ve yet to feel the bush of the wind on my wings. One day. One day, I will. I just know it. â™¥