Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand
I love your poetry, such simple beauty in your words. <3 youAmy
beautiful, i too am so inspired by the world out therejust came home from a late afternoon walk and had to type these words up on my old typewriter...late afternoon SUN shadows & SPARKLES on white snowi walk through the quiet worldT R A N S FORM E D
love the way the lightsparkles in the snowtransforming all we know
Gorgeous! Thank you, dear friend. Loving you!
Julia beautiful photo and words. There is nothing like the world out there for sure. have a great weekend.
This absolutely takes my breath away. So beautiful!!!
Nope 'it' is not out there, anywhere. Thank you so much for reminding me. I keep trying to find it out there, like a knee-jerk reaction, and shit, it hurts. So glad you write poetry to guide me back home, so that I can see how 'it' is there in all things, especially when I am not blind looking for it.
This is so beautiful, Julia... so, I think, universal. The tendency for so many of us to look outward - for inspiration, approval, validation, accolades, identity - is ultimately so damaging. I learn this lesson over and over. Each time I tell myself, I will look inside next time...I love when you make my tender painful stuff poetic. xo
Julia love ít'let ittake me where you wanted it to golet itshow me the wonders you painted:~)
What are you thinking/feeling? I'd really love to know...♥ Julia
My Heart Can't Contain It All
Letting Go of Good
41 Days of YES-ing
I Am Noticing
Simply Say YES
Stepping Out of Our Boxes
On Being Vulnerable