Monday, August 8, 2011

etchings from a thoughtbook

finding healing in the process of this weary intervention, sunlight splashing at our feet & begging us to wade into the sparkling tides of joy.. .life is ours, to find/embrace/& create along the way.. .joy is hanging from the branches that scrape past our shoulders & momentarily distract us from this path.. .hope sings quietly to us through it all & the stars that glow whisper secrets that outshine darkest days.. .

we are the joyful moments
that sing

{& piecing words together, so gingerly, because i really haven't words to say this feeling {such delicacy required, of thought & heart - today.} & loveliness, because it speaks hope too{most fluently!}

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