Jul 29
I had every intention of writing here after my last post, but have been somewhat remiss. Crazy family happenings changed my schedule. In lieu of a more thoughtful post, I thought I’d simply share some completely unrelated thoughts that have been mulling around my head.
Early morning waves swell, gently rolling and reaching for more sand to claim on the shore. They reach only so far; the limit set by the Divine.
Sixty-five degrees and sunny. Bliss, after a long winter. A perfect spring day. Shared with my little flower catcher. Faded blooms left on dry stalk give shape to a winter landscape. Now is the time – the cutting time. The preparation for new growth.
Angela M. Shupe 