
I ❤ Winter
P.S. I heard Christmas music at lunch today and I thought to myself…OMG I’m not over summer
but I guess it’s over me…so I better get myself ready.

I ❤ Winter
P.S. I heard Christmas music at lunch today and I thought to myself…OMG I’m not over summer
but I guess it’s over me…so I better get myself ready.

“Why am I so sad,” she asked?
This is to my broken tribe of loved ones, those I hold dear, those I sit with as they cry~with no answers but to offer a word of comfort. What do you say to the broken one who comes from years of emotional abuse? What do you say to the one who has been suddenly left without a trace of love? What do you say to her when her beloved dies, leaving them to pick up the pieces? How do you help someone that is lost in sadness? Lost in the past and the memories and thoughts that play over and over in her mind, tormenting her soul? I’m not sure if there is anything I can say to make it better. All I know to do is tarry with you as you find your way back to wholeness. Someone did this for me and I’m forever grateful she reached out her hand and held this beautiful space of healing for me.
To my broken tribe of sweet sad hearts, I offer my hand and this space to you. I’m here, you know how to find me.

Happy Sunday ~💛~ Dew covers everything and looks like diamonds, to me…~ ღ~

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Folks the butterflies are still showing up. 🦋 My bushes are blooming again, calling all butterflies to my butterfly garden 😊🦋💜

My butterfly 🦋 garden is full of these sweet visitors. I love how patient they are with me. Such sweetness to my soul! 🦋

🦋 Butterfly friends stopping by 🦋

SHE’s a wildflower…wild & free
SHE grew by the side of the road
SHE wasn’t ashamed to grow there either
Some think it matters where you grow
All that mattered was SHE was growing
Being Free and Wild is part of SHE
SHE

Oh Deer…My Sweet Visitor tonight ~♡~

nothing much matters to me
except for this corner chest
inside a silver dollar from my dad
and this here leather chair
where I sit
as long as I have food
and a roof over my head
life is good
today my breakfast tasted different
somedays it tastes great but not today
he said not much matters
but the things that matter
today the simple man was sad
a foreboding sadness that dogs him
chases him down and sets upon him
in his simplicity, in his sadness
I didn’t know it was that simple
Didn’t realize he was simple
Nothing is ever simple to me
except the simple man
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