Windmills of My Mind

A tree sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you this whole time. Continue reading My Shadow is My Tree

Stars Wrapped in Skin

We are stars wrapped in skin – The light you are seeking has always been within ! Continue reading Stars Wrapped in Skin

I would meet spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. -Ruth Stout Continue reading Spring

I have memories of silence that are deeper than most conversations… Continue reading Silence

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