Fall Into Bliss: Easy Like Sunday Morning—The First of September
it will be the month of miracles, so get ready to fall into bliss.
it will be the month of miracles, so get ready to fall into bliss.
The last day of August—at last! Gratitude for all the seasons. BTW, at the time of scheduling this post, we got precious rain in buckets full. Phew... Thank you , August.
Heartfelt gratitude to the editors of Hotel by Masticadores for publishing my poemon loneliness. Dear reader, kindly click the link to read the concise poem I hope you enjoy. Tremulous…
Don't ignore what you already have --your inner light...
The season is turning, dear friends. What are the signs in your area?
sending a tiny piece of my heartto you, however distant your portthe deserts and seas I would invertto give you warmth and solid supportthough in your living I hold no…
First and foremost, a heartfelt thank you to you for being here.Happy summer ending;Happy beginning of autumneveryone. “I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and…
*Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice; ~ Ephesians 4:31 Get Out Of The Way get out…
Never has it been as profuse as when in the thick of torrid summer heat melancholy accommodates. [Etheree]
What are your mornings like? Come read about how my mornings begin.
What can you see from Santa Rita's Maya ruins roof top? Here's what I see.
This is my second time writing a Kimo; my first with the garland Kimo. From revisiting that first time post, I realize one more point, Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.