~thankful thursday~ bedraggled we begin

Iโ€™m not doing great, and I didnโ€™t have to pretend I was. I could just stand there like a bedraggled flower and absorb some light, nothing required of me. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ bedraggled we begin

~rainbow mondays~ suddenness

“astonishing in their suddenness, their quietude…” . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ suddenness

~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

…a never encountered dragon that could only be seen as a shadow or sometimes a bend in the light… . . . → Read More: ~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ character building

~rainbow mondays~ soak

 

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ soak

~black and white wednesday~ cycles

Hope is a renewable option; if you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning. ~ Barbara Kingsolver . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ cycles

~rainbow mondays~ smolder

“How many fears came between us?

Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell

rained smoldering pus

from skies made of winged death.

Horror tore this world asunder.

While inside the bleeding smoke

and beyond the shredded weeping flesh

. . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ smolder

~rainbow mondays~ nourish

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning

a photo study documenting the colors of the . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ nourish

~black and white wednesday~ heart

“Your blood is the sea continued in your veins.” ~Timothy Findley . . . → Read More: ~black and white wednesday~ heart

~rainbow mondays~ of the sun

“I will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness any longer.” . . . → Read More: ~rainbow mondays~ of the sun

~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows

I was grateful for this little reminder of the butterfly effect of gratitude, grateful also for the visual reminder that we may be tattered and beat up, but we should keep going, that there is still beauty in our surviving, that there is still sweetness to drink in. . . . → Read More: ~summer shorts~ butterfly shadows