There’s a certain kind of sadness
It’s always there; perhaps maybe it’s not so much sadness but a tenderness. Feels like sadness that I’ve never really looked at it. Why sadness?
Maybe there is always a sadness when I get right to the core of living. There’s peace, love, and kindness for oneself and also a sadness, a weary sadness for making it this far in the journey and not giving up.
I think that’s a beautiful thing and for today it’s okay.
You’re a rose…don’t be with someone who’s afraid of your thorns and cracked places. I love you
Happy Friday sweet friends 🤗
Everywhere I go little butterflies show up. I started noticing them a few weeks ago. This beauty was waiting for me yesterday.
Fall reminds me of you. The season you left. Smells like campfires, warm blankets and laughter. When I’m still I can hear your laughter. Fall reminds me of you.
Tiny little butterflies
Where do they go?
They flit and flutter
Around me then…
Off they go
They bring with them
Sweetness, wonderment
And delight
Watching them flutter till
They are out of sight
Where do butterflies go?
~🦋~
Butterfly kisses…misses ~🦋~Butterfly kisses…misses
She waits…for clues and keys to unlock the door she waits behind
I see beauty
as she proclaimed
only ashes remained
Wishing for Winter’s freeze
Praying through summer’s long stay
I wish she could see the Beauty of her ashes
Lay so beautifully at her feet
Ashes to Beauty
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