where thoughts are born
here in our frailty we're tattered and torn
tattered and torn
here in confession
here in our mess
here in the places we're mostly undressed
the truth be told
for the saving of our souls
No words really. Just seeking stillness. And adventure.
Spending a lot of time in thought. And looking through the lens at myself, life, and the beauty that surrounds me. So much beauty in fact, it tends to leave me breathless.
May the beauty that awakens you this spring leave your spirit breathless.