Soil cradles like womb
Life seeds fertile with promise
Blossoms of summer
Daily Prompt: Soil
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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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Glorious, and worth of a reblog.
First of all, that’s “worthy” not “worth” in my last comment. Second, I tried to reblog your post but was not successful. Unfortunate because it is so lovely.
Thanks for your comment and especially for wanting to reblog my post. Maybe my blog like me is technologically deficient. I wonder if the problem is that I have a domain name that seems to take precedence over cronechronicler. It is poetrybyheart.me
Very nice, Ina. You got a great hold of the metaphors.
Many thanks. 🙂
I love the way you capture the promise of life Ina.
Thanks for your affirming comment, Andrea.