Being silent, noticing living things, living. The breath of God flowing within and through as the trees bloom and the sun shines. A quiet appreciation of life. I think about how everything works together, as seasons change. Yeah, the pollen is falling and things get stirred up which brings an element of discomfort, but blooming and growth means life is bursting forth. There is a metamorphosis, things taking shape very naturally, very beautifully coming into form as God creates it to be. Watch it, living things, living! It’s everywhere! Do you notice?
I am a curious, a seeker, rigorously honest and passionate about life. I write what I feel and see and I let the words speak for themselves. My early writing are based in Christianity, but I am a deconstruction in progress. I want nothing to do with the church world but everything to do with love. I’ve shed the religious mold and I’m experiencing life the way it was meant to be, without definition.
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