In stillness.
In silence.
In the stark cut of light against shadow.
I see hope in a world poised in watchful readiness. Hovering, gathering its energy for an explosion soon to come.
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Novelist, composer, choir director, hobby photographer, mom of four, and budding disability rights activist--why yes, in fact I do have my hands full.
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Beautiful and poetic.
Lovely! I like the bare tree.
Beautiful. Words to live by.
Just caught up with you…your honesty speaks to me in so many ways.
Times change, seasons turn…you see and know and accept. I applaud…when I had children the age of yours, I couldn’t see straight, much less acknowledge any larger picture.
God is obviously close and bringing healing…
Wonderful post and pictures. Loving the bare tree against the beautiful blue sky.