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Hi.

 I am an artist, writer and chronicler of small moments.  My work is created with love and infused with joy.  I'm so glad you are here!

         
  I heard it this morning.  
  a whisper...  
  a promise...  
  Spring is coming.  
  Quietly sitting in meditation, sun streaming through the window, I heard the song of a single bird  
  and it brought back memories  
  of opened windows and soft breezes,  
  standing barefoot in the grass,  
  farm markets, offering a cacophony of luscious ripe tomatoes,  
  crisp greens,  
  succulent peaches.  
  And as I listened I could feel my heart swell  
  and winter's cloak lift from my weary shoulders,  
  a lightness,  
  a yearning,  
  for sunlight that warms the face  
  and tempts the soul to stop what it's doing  
  and dance.  
 
 Sharing  Nurturing Thursday  with   Becca .

Rumi Quote

I heard it this morning.

a whisper...

a promise...

Spring is coming.

Quietly sitting in meditation, sun streaming through the window, I heard the song of a single bird

and it brought back memories

of opened windows and soft breezes,

standing barefoot in the grass,

farm markets, offering a cacophony of luscious ripe tomatoes,

crisp greens,

succulent peaches.

And as I listened I could feel my heart swell

and winter's cloak lift from my weary shoulders,

a lightness,

a yearning,

for sunlight that warms the face

and tempts the soul to stop what it's doing

and dance.

Sharing Nurturing Thursday with Becca.

And the Winner Is...

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