Hope Unfolds – Pink Flowers – Day 20
For the past week, I watched them unfold. A vase of tulips sat on my kitchen counter moving through one stage of intoxicating beauty to another, each day’s visual array…
Feed Your Soul – Inspiration from Life's Ingredients
For the past week, I watched them unfold. A vase of tulips sat on my kitchen counter moving through one stage of intoxicating beauty to another, each day’s visual array…
“Mother Bird, why do you cry?”For the public eye, it was fortunate my cerebral control kept things in check, even though all my heart saw was this…
“Graceful aging, it’s called. Accepting that only surgical procedures would reverse the gravitational pull, is what she named it. And while she was busy considering vanity, her voice was getting smaller.”