What is he like? I was told to behold— he was a musical soul. The gift of gab – he never had. Fashion and flair— he had… Read more “The Wanderer”
Fate is an unpredictable mistress. She paints a world of shadows. I stood against her and her tides of despair. Fanning the fields of hope, realizing that… Read more “Unpredictable”
He is so fine…
Here’s to the souls that yearn for movement and to the girls that dance to the beat of their own tune. Stretching their voices to be heard by their songs, by their touch and by their hearts which speak the language of movement.To the girls that wander to see, hear and feel the poetry in everything. To the magnificence of the oceans blue to the tall dance of sea grass as it whispers in the wind. Hold your freedom in your heart and wander fearlessly.
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Hello everyone, I mentioned in an earlier post about living in the moment and that I might be blowing bubbles and flying kites. Well we did blow… Read more “We Blew Bubbles and then…”
Easter weekend has arrived. It is a gorgeous spring day here in Southwest Michigan and I am taking advantage of it. I love to be outside in… Read more “Good Friday “
July 18, 2016 I wondered what it was like for you that day. How it must have felt as the raging river sucked you in smashing the… Read more “July”