I’ve been swimming a lot and noticing how every corner of my moms yard has something that catches my attention.
This is a canning shed. My mom uses it to park her mower but years ago it was used to store food that was canned from the summer gardens. Funny how we don’t do that anymore.
I have probably seen every kind of bird imaginable in my moms yard. This is one of the fire pits she built, looks like this bird is waiting for something.
I’m visiting my family, my mom took me by these murals she knew I would love. She’s right. I loved how the pigeons kept circling the buildings.
Something from my heart
I’m not certain why
or what it is
I just started playing
I love layers and
different textures.
Maybe this is a note
just for you
I hope one day
when I’m not where
you can find me you
might start searching
for my words so I leave
them for you to find.
My hope is that they
touch your heart and
that you know how very
much I believe in your
higher self and ability
to choose wisely.
I love you more than
You know…MM
Seem like to me…
You might have lost your song
Since you we went away…
if you get silent I’m singing it
that sweet sweet song that only
your heart knows…m
I keep forgetting what day of the week it is. Sorrow knows no day of the week, nor no season. I’m shifting and transforming and it’s okay and then 5 mins later it’s not okay.
I start my days with a prayer which goes something like this…
DEAR GOD….
HELP…
Amen
Then I watch this video and dance a little. Because somewhere along the way I forgot my dance and my song.
Then I go to the gym and walk listening to Marianne Williamson and I pray a lot. I’ve bought this sweet little book by Maria Shriver…she ends each share with a prayer which reminds me of my heart friend Laurie @ lauriesnotes.com
http://mariashriver.com/ive-been-thinking/
I’m thinking today I might strike out on my own and publish books for those who are deeper and not looking to be famous but to really help people, like my friend Laurie. Who knows I’m am free, on a long long, paid vacation. That’s really sweet to me.
I’m listening to Eva Cassidy. Bridge over troubled water. God is my bridge and I’m so thankful for those that show up and help calm the storms inside my soul. Amen
This caught my eye
The places where I go…
My butterfly bushes are a busy place today. 🦋💜
Morning Dew caught my eye not only this new sweet wildflower in my field…how small the leaves are and each kissed by the morning dew. Makes me think what a wonderful world
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