Pictures of my little mountain bike and hiking playground. Where the dirt, the breeze and the sounds and smells of nature help me find myself again.
Where do you go to find yourself?
How often do we willingly seek the bright shiny objects that seem to lay so innocently in our…
Originally this graphic was posted in 2013, but the words still speak truth today just as they did…
There are demons inside who seek our demise.   Our thoughts… Our fears… Our doubts…   While the evil lurks…
“Bare Sheer Opal Whirls Conjuring Vague Alluring Dreams” ~M The above was created for Free Write Friday using…
Memories, like ashes scattered in the wind. Secrets, some are never meant to be kept. The clocks hands…
Wishin’ everyone a ‘appy St. Patrick’s Day even if yer are not Oirish, as if it really matters…
