Sometimes we are just pushed around, in and out, but in the end a cloth is made, it is the fabric of the life we have made. The dance of life, morphed into a tapestry of colour.
Blessing Of The Day To Us All
May you rise to the challenge Of making amends Even if that is a mere thought For now
Love In A Mist
There aren't many nights I enjoy lying awake, but tonight is one of them as it is the sound of the gentlest of rain drops.
From The Heart Of A Pilgrim Soul
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face
This is a post for those who have loved and lost – you may be absolutely ok 354 days of the year, I know I Am but on anniversaries, well you know, it’s ok to dwell a little
Such are the joys of love and life, and I have enough drama to last to eternity and back
But life’s like that, and I don’t beat myself up for not going with the flow, instead I just move along until I can.
I am just a piece of fluff Blowing in the wind We all break down We blow around Until it rains Not so good, for fluff…
How those clouds dare
To race across you up there
‘To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides’ David Viscott
The magpie called to me just now You can’t imagine the amount of time I spend in the past before I realise, and present myself, once…
With reflection, tonight I get to count the blessings of love, support, companionship and inspiration: I will go to bed on a sleepy high.
One Sunday when you’ve had enough of the repeat repeat of the weekday weekend treadmill, try jotting down some points of what’s great and not so great about it all. You might be surprised at what’s revealed, or where your daydreaming takes you