A Child

And the sacred whispers I have no off limits, no proper or must nots. Climb upon my window sills and look with wonder. Come my Child, be a child and look with awe, delight, innocence and delight upon my stained glass windows and know you are loved. Know, you are loved. Come my Child, be a child.............

Whispered calligraphy

Life's water colors across the canvased sky, embracing and cloaking the stoic mountain top.  My eyes thought they saw the illuminated sun dog where the peak should be.  Even now I look, and am not sure it was there.  And then I gaze upon the calligraphy left upon my heart from the sight. A love note that whispers, trust what you see.

I heard her whisper

A simple bookmarked thread, so I will remember.

To remember sitting upon the earth with my feet dancing in the lake's water

And a bubble asked a leaf if she could come out and play.

And a shell, appeared, a treasured gift to remind me of those I used to collect, while walking with the sand and waves along the precious Gulf.

With the shell upon my heart, I laid upon the earth and felt her warmth caress my back. Looking up the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds and trees.

I am a simple woman who sees such simple things. I have nothing profound to say, just a simple afternoon when the little child in me, like the bubble, just wanted to play.