graveyard

 

brown and black snail crawling on wall

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My graveyard of regrets overflows with markers

The place I would go to bury my unfulfilled hope and dreams

They lie entombed, not as a result of lack of effort or desire

But due to circumstances beyond my control

 

I don’t like to visit this dreadful space – yet it remains outside my front door

So I have made a plan to transform this place

Planting colorful flowers on each grave

With a prayer that each unfulfilled wish

Will create a place much more beautiful than before.

 

beautiful blooming blossom blur

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the quiet

 

 

black and white cold fog forest

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when we quiet our world

only then can we can hear God whisper…..

when we quiet our mind

only then can our soul speak and be heard

nature speaks to us in so many ways…..

….but only when we are humble enough to receive it.

true love

monochrome photo of couple holding hands

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true love is not easy, in fact it is down right hard.

loving someone when everything is going well is easy, so easy it makes me laugh.

real love is when you stick around for the hard stuff.

the real hard stuff isn’t financial troubles or family squabbles…..

if you are physically well, you can work two jobs, it might be hard but, if you are healthy it is doable.

family issues can be worked out if you have the health to endure them or capable to physically pick yourself up and move.

but illness………it shakes you to the core.  lives are transformed in an instant, roles change, individuals get lost in the symptoms leaving the caretaker to fed for themselves in a sea of uncertainty.

only with true love do you have the freedom to heal.

Today, may you experience a sense of healing, no matter how small.

 

at sunset

 

 

silhouette of clouds during golden hour photograph

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watching the sun fade into the landscape, it leaves my world dark and still,

it is in these moments that my mind starts to question all that I think to be true

it is a time when I begin to rewrite my own story….

as the dawn arrives, I face a brand new day………and I pray,

maybe today I can make it different

rain

water dew photography

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a late summer storm

the rain pours down from the gray sky………..

drenching the soil surrounding me……

yet I stand in the middle of the storm, untouched

no refreshing rain reaches me,

will I ever feel its refreshing quench?