So I join the rhythmic march, walking slightly out of step...
A Deep Pulse
There Will Be Peace
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
The Art of Being
All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.
You, My Formidable Friend
I met you, but it wasn't in the way we'd have supposed we would In fact, I discovered you, the beautiful face from that picture It was given to me, but I wasn't supposed to look at you You were just the friend of a friend It turns out you were the friend of a... Continue Reading →
December Rose 