Like the feathered flower so the transient traveler into the wind
She gazed upon the backdrop, bright With hues of sky-blue-pink, And wandered, hardly knowing quite Where each new step would sink. The warm wind tossed her auburn hair, Dropped salt upon her lips, And brought to her the fragrant air, As if on laden ships. She paused a while and tuned her ear Toward the …
Cultivating thoughts nurturing meditations my garden of dreams
Some people come into our lives and we hardly know they are there. They drop in and right back out again like callers to a crowded open house. But then there are those who come inside and take up residence, and almost imperceptibly they change who we will become… and we them.