I wake up to dreary skies And breakfast to sun beams Who knows what the hours may bring Time's a bumpy ride One thing I do know Love and joy survive Healing balm to soothe our wounds This road may surprise
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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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Lovely words, beautifully put, Ina.
thanks, Dale.
‘Time’s a bumpy ride.’ That’s a mouthful
Yes. Tighten your seat belt.
A lovely description of life’s up and downs Ina.
Thanks, Andrea.