As the storms rage here in the Pacific Northwest, my thoughts turn to the storms that rage in our lives. Remembering that this too shall pass and hope is no small thing.raindrops roll endlessly down the window pane caught in gravity’s embrace turning I try to walk away I…
What I say What I do Who I am Who I may be It don’t matter to you…
Just a soft touch, of a gentle hand. A moment in life, where time stands. Believing in fairy…
They will try and tell you who and what to be. Do not let others define your…
The howling wind Convicts our souls While looking back We search for truth Along lonely paths Hiding the…
