Blessed butterfly visit
My butterfly 🦋 garden is full of these sweet visitors. I love how patient they are with me. Such sweetness to my soul! 🦋
🦋 Butterfly friends stopping by 🦋
Wildflowers~N~She
SHE’s a wildflower…wild & free
SHE grew by the side of the road
SHE wasn’t ashamed to grow there either
Some think it matters where you grow
All that mattered was SHE was growing
Being Free and Wild is part of SHE
SHE
I’m just a simple man
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- I’m just a simple man
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nothing much matters to me
except for this corner chest
inside a silver dollar from my dad
and this here leather chair
where I sit
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- I’m just a simple man
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as long as I have food
and a roof over my head
life is good
today my breakfast tasted different
somedays it tastes great but not today
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- I’m just a simple man
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he said not much matters
but the things that matter
today the simple man was sad
a foreboding sadness that dogs him
chases him down and sets upon him
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- I see the simple man
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in his simplicity, in his sadness
I didn’t know it was that simple
Didn’t realize he was simple
Nothing is ever simple to me
except the simple man
Transformation
Transparent transformation
paints her soul teal green
translucent invisible…ღ…love…ღ…
of self…ღ…she paints…ღ…
”Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Do you love yourself? Do you love your neighbor? Something to ponder. ღ
If you break, break deeply
From Trini’s blog. I love this ❤
Please direct all comments to Trini. I had to share this! Love it!
If you break, break deeply,
Like tide all the way into the shallow coves,
So that even the sharpest rocks must give into you
And loose their pointy edges.
Your soul is like that tide,
If you allow it it will wash over you with its full force,
And slowly and persistently blunt your own
Sharp edges.
Just before the storm
I caught this just before the clouds came this morning. It’s supposed to rain all day. I love the rain and how it cools the earth. I’m eagerly awaking Autumn. 🍁🧡 Have a gentle Sunday!
Look for the light
We can decide to be happy, make much out of little, embrace the warmth of our ordinary days.
Life unfolds as a mystery; an enterprise whose outcome cannot be foretold. We do not get what we expect, We stumble on cracks, We are faced with imperfection. Bonds are tested and tightened, and our landscape shifts.
In sunshine and in sadness, there is sunshine look for it. There is light look for it, There is light look for it, look for it!
MichelleMarie
