We begin our journey with no compass to guide following our sun and moon hoping their direction is right from our first tentative steps taken as we were shown to our first leap out into the wide world alone our journey influenced by others we meet along the way whether it be years, months, or
I can’t help but wonder, does Nature mourn the changing of Seasons? Is it difficult to go from the vibrancy and vitality of Summer to the colorful garden of Fall and then to the slumber of Winter? Do the leaves compare themselves to others with all of the differing colors and shades of Fall? Are
Dear Clear Blue Skies, You are the epitome of all we wish our lives to be, perfect days of perfect sunshine, with no clouds to mar the day. But what would it be like if the ever changing sky became never changing. Every morning, noon and evening yet another clear blue sky? There would be
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again
A Quiet Heart 