Bare branches lovely
Fingers sketching on dawn sky
Blank slate of new year
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Good one…I could see it both concretely and metaphorically.
Thanks, Eileen. I’m glad to hear the image came alive for you.
A lovely delicate start to the year Ina. The last book I read of 2016 and the first book I read of 2017 was yours, which I read over the last couple of days. It was great to enjoy writing I hadn’t seen and to renew my acquaintance with writing I had read and to feel that I got to know you better. I’ve posted reviews on Amazon and Good Reads. Good luck with the book and best wishes for the year to come.
Andrea, You bring tears of happiness to my eyes. I am touched that you are reading my book and getting to know me better. I really appreciate the reviews. Thanks.
Lovely
Thanks, Lynn.
I imagine the branches as arms if there be fingers in the sky.
Yes. You add to my image.