stepping up on solid ground, yes this must be the rigor of the journey. |
The sun streams through |
We are not alone in the woods,who lives in this in place, I will not disturb. |
hmmm, look who grows |
Debris left behind by man, sadness fills my heart. We must clean up messes we make, it can endanger others. |
Here we end were liquid energy moves along, this tree a witness amidst many. Harboring nooks in which to sit, allowing me to engage in it. This is death and life, wakefulness and dormancy. Here on Holy ground I feed on life, I drink it in. Today, here I met G-d together with my family.
Grace And Space
Angelique
What a beautiful new blog! Many, many blessings!
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