
Crimson Angels
It’s raining
Crimson Angels
shout Hallelujah
Let it rain!


Crimson Angels
It’s raining
Crimson Angels
shout Hallelujah
Let it rain!


Working with you has been very healing but mostly of all inspiring! From your sweet kindness
I have created all this art! I wanted to share it in one post so you can see what a difference
you have made in my life! thank you for asking me to join you in this journey of hearts.
I’ll never be the same, oh I hope so! I love you my friend! ❤






















There is more but this is what I wanted to share and to let you know how much I appreciate you!
Be Blessed as you have blessed me! ❤ I love you!

so I played for Papa, what do you want
me to play & Papa said
“Swan Lake Micki play
Swan Lake for me
don’t stop till I say”
MichelleMarie
I love this precious baby girls spirit and wisdom! She’s 6. Blows me away like her momma! 😀 ❤
Just to be Quiet is enough! I love this!
I love this sweet ones poems and posts. I hope you will too! Lenanoid! What a cutie!
He worries for her being tripped at, being abused, being hurt.
He said “It’s still dark outside”.
She said “I don’t really have to go outside to see the dark side of things”.
“Then stay with me outside, I would love to see your eyes glimmering with a dark sky in a breaking dawn”, He said while staring at her eyes like there’s no forever.

and so I rise & set~perfect sunrise for today!
Beautiful post from JM. Thank you sweet Pinky!
So sorry I missed this when you posted it! ❤
JM honors her mother with her writing! I love this so much! Now I know that talented hides in the PINK trees and sprinkled down on your JM! ❤
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie
Grace Christine Doucette, October 12, 1926-July 27, 2009
Dear Jeanne Marie,
I’m dysfunctional? What’s that you say?
Well, I’ll deny it to my dying day.
I look at the world with rose-colored glasses,
It’s the men I find that make the wrong passes!
I’m so innocent, I believe all their lies
I think that’s true love deep in their eyes.
I see only what I want to be there
And accept love unafraid, not a care.
I function perfectly straight every day
And don’t allow reality to get in my way!
When I kiss my prince, he instantly
becomes a toad,
And I’m covered with warts,
alone on the road.
But I keep going, living my dreams,
Life just can’t be as bad as it seems!
Dysfunctional? Nope, not me!
I’m still waiting for my prince at seventy-three!
Guess Who? (Love, Mom)
THE FLAME
by Grace Christine
How many times…
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