Winter is a time of stillness, in that stillness find your best and true self. Blessings ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I have decided to not become and just be all those dreams that I hold in the palm of my hand I shake them like dice and let them roll bounce to the beat of my footsteps I walk gently amongst a forest of trees notice their expertise in being still still I am and still I be still I am and still I be the greatest gift you will ever see drop down from heaven bowing down on one knee... to God waiting for my James Brown cape
Inspirational poetry, prose, and other musings to celebrate the good things in life. Reminders to always find the good even if you have to squint.