Being without.
Power, a computer, my usual sensibilities, and knowing inside that it is time, time for a change, that
is what is what.
Unable to complete or even begin new beginnings, now that would be a problem, for sure.
Tabula Rasa is what I say when it is time to say Tabula Rasa.
A time to catch my breath, literally is what I have been taking. Breath.
A song in my heart lingers for a moment and that turns into days of mingling within the flowers and trees, children and bees. It is time, now.
Hello everyone, I have missed you.
xoxoxo
Power, a computer, my usual sensibilities, and knowing inside that it is time, time for a change, that
is what is what.
Unable to complete or even begin new beginnings, now that would be a problem, for sure.
Tabula Rasa is what I say when it is time to say Tabula Rasa.
A time to catch my breath, literally is what I have been taking. Breath.
A song in my heart lingers for a moment and that turns into days of mingling within the flowers and trees, children and bees. It is time, now.
Hello everyone, I have missed you.
xoxoxo
Every day I listen to the birds!
ReplyDeleteI love what they have to tell me!!
There is a bird that brings me special messages.
This is a (white) pigeon.
xoxo