Now, I Shall Walk!
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...
This week I thought I’d update you on my Summer Reads by sharing lessons learned or take aways from the books I’ve finished reading already. So, here we go̷...
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...