Amazing Grace, how sweet the face In innocent trust does what it must To survive and thrive… to stay alive. Can we then just pretend We own no blame, … Continue reading Saving Grace
My Mom has been talking to me a lot these last few weeks. It will soon be 37 years since she went home. I keep hearing the same words, hear the same song in my head. We must forget our … Continue reading #OnelinerWednesday I Know He Watches Me..
Clinging, reaching for shards of light, the kiss of morning dew to brighten her cheek. Her innermost self fully revealed, no longer concealed behind the layers, white. Soft, she whispers to the coming night, “Shall we dance into the Milky … Continue reading Lingering/Photography
Okay, as promised, I am posting something. Something beautiful, something real, something near to my heart. God’s most marvelous works. The great and small. Bless the beasts….. And the children….. I sure miss the heart and … Continue reading Something/Bless The Beasts and the Children
Slightly battered, but not defeated, we face the new sunrise with hopeful hearts and willing Spirit, She and I Happy New Day CKP 2017 Continue reading New Day
HOkay I am diving into the fun, courtesy of https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/ mostly because of the prompt word ‘spell’. You can read all about the prompt and rules if you click on the link as well as meet Linda! What ‘prompted’ me to … Continue reading #SoCS Can You Spell Earth?
Hold your breath as though it were your last…. Continue reading Celebrate Renewal!
“Kiss me quick before I go…” Continue reading Shall We Dance
It was a risk, for there certainly were rumors of those who had gone in the direction of the white mountains-had gone but not returned. The brave few who courageously dared enter the dense forest had eventually turned back, straggling home with awful stories of low crawling creatures in those woods, things that caused nightmares. Amhain laughed out loud to think of their nightmares. What did they know of true nightmares, after all? The Mother of all nightmares had visited itself upon his world what seemed so long ago that it was as in another lifetime. Such a twisted event had born the cloak of darkness which fathered his own Grand Nightmare, the one that repeated itself again and again, for so many nights that he had lost count. Continue reading The Dawn of the Dream