When dawn breaks

When dawn breaks, from my back porch. šŸ§”ā˜€ļøšŸ’›
Have a gentle Monday. ~ ā™”

Good morning from my back porch

Penelope is so happy for the cooler weather. We sat out on the back porch most of the day. Summer has been a scorcher and it’s actually chilly this morning. It’s 44°, down from last week’s 90s. šŸ’›ā˜€ļø Beautiful reprieve!

As the Weeping Willow Wept

As the Weeping Willow Wept I realized it was like you Beauty falling away Turning to Golden wine Birthed through the tears Of the broken one She weeps  I love you more šŸ’› My Alexanderia 

As the Weeping Willow Wept

It feels like I’m always coming back to this place where I’m waiting, watching, and praying for a miracle.

The Cost of Loving Someone Enough

Nothing is harder, than holding the door for someone you love, and watching them walk through it.

I keep thinking of the sound she made. That single, heavy word when she finally stopped fighting the truth of her own heart. It was the sound of the door closing, even if she hadn’t physically walked through it yet.

I wonder if she’ll ever realize that the light I’m holding isn’t meant to burn her, but to light her steps along the way.

There’s just enough light for the step she’s on.