My seat in the waiting room

Waiting room and people watching... *image rom Pinterest I sat in front of an elderly mother and her very frustration middle aged daughter. I’m was the waiting room at the doctors office. I’m was there try to take care of my own health. Able to make my own choice and decisions. But there sat this …

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She Is All

She Is AllShe is the strength of the mountains tops and the softness of the rolling hillside. She is as fierce as the Lightning bolt of a summer storm and as gentle as caressing dewdrops coving spring flowers. She is unbridled like an unscripted ever moving river and yet as peaceful as the waters stillness, …

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If Your Going to Remember…

PNG image 7LET EACH FAILURE STAND OR FALL ON IT’S OWN. THEY ARE NOT ALWAYS LINKED. “CARL LENTZ”

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I am making peace with what was, what is and what will be.

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I love reading. I love reading everyone blogs and the different perspective we all have on the same thing. I love seeing how we all take the ups and downs of life and make the very most of it. I love reading about our spiritual life and wellbeing and learning how to really embrace all that the Universe, Our Amazing God has in store for us, if we are open to it. I love dreaming about far away places where there are Gnomes and giant willow trees and magical streams that lead to a world untouched by humans. I love reading about the passion and crazy love of two people who desperately want to be together but the world is pulling them apart but their deep love for each other is stronger then the world and… well…

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If Your Going to Remember…

I am making peace with what was, what is and what will be.   I love reading. I love reading everyone blogs and the different perspective we all have on the same thing. I love seeing how we all take the ups and downs of life and make the very most of it. I love …

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Lost Not Yet Found

Lost Not Found I don’t know. I feel like I am aching for something that doesn't exist. I am missing some apart of myself. I miss a place that I have never been but yet, I know this place well. It’s my comfort and security. It’s familiar to me somehow. I feel safe there, complete. …

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