Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Any color of your choosing .

July 2, 2018


I think we're so used to editing ourselves that we don't even realize we're doing it. I want to walk wildly through the world, but I have no idea what that looks like. I want to love what I do so much that I thrill to place my feet on the earth each morning--a love so large, how can it be so difficult to identify?


I wonder if we've become so fearful or (worse?) so jaundiced that we wouldn't know contentment if it offered us a fairy crown and wings to match.


It's sad not to know one's own mind, but it's terribly tragic not to know one's own heart. 





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