She is unfinished.
I do not know all she needs.
(I am listening.)
May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk. There are pages and pages of observations. I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing. I also don’t want to…
I have discovered that loving people and fixing them are two very different things. I am so happy to have had this realization.
moonlight on bare skin darkness revealing Eros their hearts in union
under cloudy sky fennel flowers and barbed wire laughing our way home
“A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.” ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld Today is Thanksgiving here in the USA and I’m seeing all kinds of gratitude posts on Ye Old Internet. I went to find a nice quote about gratitude and saw the one above….
light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness