Tag Archives: Summer

It’s Not Time

These cumulus clouds look like rungs on a ladder I wish I could climb effortlessly, higher and higher until  my shadow is only an echo of a whisper on the ground. If I close my eyes I can pretend they … Continue reading

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Bruised

Our hearts are such tender vessels, aware of what feeds, withers and morphs it into a swelling sea to marvel at, to puzzle over, to praise. When the blue sky is magnificently bruised by Autumn winds hastened by the chill … Continue reading

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