kindreds
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite.
His response?
“I love seeing acts of compassion.”
Oh my.
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite.
His response?
“I love seeing acts of compassion.”
Oh my.
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
Saw this on Facebook awhile back. Such a great idea. I’m going to print some out and post them around town. Good for the soul, this. Blessings. xoxo
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
The laying in bed at midnight in the dark listening, sharing, laughing for hours. Then that quiet space in between thoughts and words where he says, “yeah…” Then exhales with a stretch. (that)
The search for knowledge ends when the self is no longer afraid to feel. ~Matt Kahn Today, my daughter Gigi brought this perfectly ripe strawberry to me from the garden. She had taken a bite of it and came to share it with me. She said, “Mom! You have to taste this. It’s the most…
Today’s randomly-chosen word is Artemisia as in the Warrior Queen and comes from The Daring Book for Girls by Andrea J. Buchanan and Miriam Peskowitz. I really love that my finger landed on this name rather than a more mundane word because I love her story! In fact, I might weave her story into the…