My Soul is Wedded to The Season
My soul is wedded to this season and I sit in contemplation sleep is sweet and satisfying my awake time spent in zion When else can you feel the crisp air of mornings then at noon an Indian summer…
My soul is wedded to this season and I sit in contemplation sleep is sweet and satisfying my awake time spent in zion When else can you feel the crisp air of mornings then at noon an Indian summer…
My bed is warm Reverent is my spirit My eyes get heavier By the minute
On the alwayswrite blog owned by Marsha Ingrao she runs a Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) that I knew nothing about. But thanks to the lovely photo image I added…
What if... Compounding at 1% a day, in 365 days, we’ll be 37 times better/stronger/more blessed/kinder. Here's one way to get started: Let your hard-earned money work as an extension of you; send it out with one blessing to touch people’s life. In time, you might decide to increase that rule.
Miracles enclose us in a life of abundance. They are ordinary and real. All we gotta do is believe in them. And if you're still in need of one today, I wish you miracles.