warmth – Reaching Joy

Winter

A strong voice; A tight tongue; A golden light; A subtle hum; A white streak; A black vase; A warm hand; A big mistake; A brisk wind; A right wronged; A lonely night; A sad song. January 17, 2016

Time may very well not be what we think it is– the psychological nonsense of “yesterday” versus “tomorrow” leaves my skin cold, begging for the road to lead me somewhere, anywhere where life is precious, held, loved where not all questions must come with an answer where “Now” is rapped up safe in a blanket,Continue reading “Finding Warmth”