“She could never go back and make some of the details pretty. All she could do was move forward and make the whole beautiful.” — http://www.bonesigharts.com
Simple. Remembering. Possible. Ephphatha. Be opened. Desire. Lent 2013.
It’s taken years of practice to own that.
I wish that grace and healing were more abracadabra kinds of things; also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace’s arrival. But no, it’s clog and slog a scootch, on the… Continue reading
I tried and tried to get this little flower to share his colors. I’m assuming he was cut from the branch too early. Frosts don’t help. Try, try, try: control is our greatest… Continue reading
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