That hour of the day when everything the light touches feels important.
. If you want to know a little about how a mind can work, a snapshot. More and again, baffled to learn others are not so easily seeing everything I see. Riding a wave of clarity from something so simple as looking at a flower, in awe of existenc
Dreaming about the pinks and purples of summer in far off places. 🐚
Some days it takes the horizon to put this small world into perspective.
Rile the waters the sands will move because you know you have nothing to lose You gain the world when you see Anew all the Beauty that's coming to you
The solitary poem.
Small joys like light on the table can make you feel you're in a lasting fable comprised of hidden words only for your eyes Read them now Read them aloud As they're handed down To you in this crowd ☀️
🦄 clouds and 🪽 clouds and the first real swim All good signs that summer might begin Take off your shoes Put your feet on the sand Let your hands touch the Earth Whenever you can ☀️
Essence is a feeling, a knowing inside. Authenticity, all you interact with outside. And identity, the confines in which you choose to reside.
Everything is easier with flowers.
New year, new light.
Sometimes all you can do is look at something.
To light. Happy solstice.
Three wise men. Where do you get your wisdom from? The rush of the sea, or the setting sun?
Hibernation preparation. Have you found your cave yet?
This is also December.
Sometimes the shadow of coming night makes it so much easier to see the light