.. calendars can tell usnames and numbers,when to schedule the dentist appointments,when to schedule the vacation,when to schedule the good or horrible things that we think we need to do.we schedule,we dream,we plan,but we can’t write love on our own heart. .
.. simply be open share your heart you might as well for winter shall come none the less .
. . the burden of the day winked at me. such a flirt. and looking like something the cat dragged in, with a smile disarming, and so charming. a dangerous load that needed special handling. so i gave it a sweet kiss and let it fly. . *the first line, from bj.
. . blue foam rises lips release breath toes feel the sand winter dreams .
living one moment one breath one heart beat at a time many small things one word look thought each one one wink embrace touch gifts one turn one twist one step at a time in Love
art art artso many thingsart and words comeand images come and paint yes, painting gets done everything in God’s time children leap if they can and when no fear no fear no fear it should never be so dear as to fear the art of play or the play of art leap any way you can Continue reading “ART”
the ever changing language of love is written page by pageturning with the seasons of life together
.. clear sky cold light playing low skating the surface of the table catching dust stars in air .
.. i want to give away things that are collected neglected rejected stashed stored held too close thinking some day some day maybe i will use it need it can’t let it go it belonged to a memory i want to give away things like heavy chains they are around my neck . .
Rain of peace droplets of grace that touch every life just as the sun shines on all and the stars exist night and day God is good photo, nance marie. art, found.
… The leaves are losing their grip. The wind has a bit of a nip. Bundle up tight tuck your feet in at night and of a warm drink have a sip. nance marie If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice. ~Meister Eckart It isContinue reading “It’s that time of the year…”
. I watched the light as it brought life and colour, and made it’s way into each moment. .