Asking Guidance
Young light lays her tender touch on the camel line of rounded mountains, and over the rippling lake. Morning warbler...
Young light lays her tender touch on the camel line of rounded mountains, and over the rippling lake. Morning warbler...
My spirit sips the pinks and oh, the purples; my spirit gets a taste. then gulps the colors. How can...
It’s not the end of the story. Because you are afraid, you can be brave. Each cell in you is...
Birds calling, lake waves falling onto shore, the bark of a dog, distant voices. Suddenly I am vanished into all...