Writing Prompt 162 – When there is nothing left but miracles . . .
with feet on the ground open to your true self
Read Moreimagination experiments of a stardust yogini
with feet on the ground open to your true self
Read MoreDevotion as music.
Read Moredon’t get pinned
Read MoreA little Lunch for your day!
Read MoreMy beautiful friend Clara . . . (I don’t know who took this picture)
Read MoreThe moss, the lichen – change everything.
Read MoreI am completely aware that the only constant in life is change, but this time, it’s staring me in the face. The lake is different. The sky is different. The owl hooting was even from a different place in the woods.
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