Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I’ve grown accustomed to my yard. I stomp the earth beneath my boots. The flowers growing make me happy And the beans all make me snappy… ~inhale slowly-exhale slowly~ Ah yes… I’ve grown accustomed to my yard.