
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

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

This caught my eye

The places where I go…

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

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.

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.

What happened
to little red riding hoods dignity?
She thought she gave it away
and now she’s lost searching
for someone to give it back.
But truly dignity is something
that abides deeply in the soul.
You can’t give it away,
it’s just that tricky old wolf
that made you think so.
Throw off that cloak of shame,
red was never your color anyway.
You got this one girl.

Look what was waiting for me to say good morning. ☀️ my lilies are smiling at me today. I thought I would share it. 🤩

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