My Little Story
Lift a wish, weigh a breath, hold a bag of feathers. I’m finding out in my seventh decade, that’s what...
Lift a wish, weigh a breath, hold a bag of feathers. I’m finding out in my seventh decade, that’s what...
Breath enters me this morning, lifts my lungs to life- And leaves me once again. I wait, a trusting...
Reposting this blog from two years ago when I was in Italy for Good Friday, because the need for communal...