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
My butterfly bushes are a busy place today. 🦋💜
I feel you walk away
I feel you…turn and say
Are you still here
Yes…Yes…I am
Just not the same
MichelleMarie
My knock out roses are going crazy this year. What I find so amazing is how my wildflowers showed up. Thanks to my sweet little bird friends! I love the little spider webs on the Queen Annes Lace petals. There is much life in my little garden…I feel richly blessed!
Hay was baled a little earlier this year and most of my wildflowers went with it. This evening I looked out to see this sweet little Indian Paintbrush. There was another one so tiny beside it. They made me smile. 😊
I love that.
If only
a little miracle
for her broken soul
To heal her up and
make her whole
That’s always my prayer
If only
Amen
Serenity is an island she visits often
I watch her and wonder where in that
beautiful mind is and if she finds some sliver of peace.
I would gladly lead her there if I knew the way. But I don’t we all have our own journey so I watch and wait till she needs me.
Peace be still my friend.
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