The Way With Spirit
The air felt invigorating. Cool and breezy. The blackberries moved along with the brambles as I reached through thorns to grasp them.A mother bird hovered …
The air felt invigorating. Cool and breezy. The blackberries moved along with the brambles as I reached through thorns to grasp them.A mother bird hovered …
The honeysuckle vines grow where they’ve been forbidden.The little flowers disregard the rules.In gold, ivory, and white they weave a song of belonging.They sing of …