i believe in miracles every
time i realize that i am breathing without
realizing it…every
time i remember something
i remember i almost forgot…every
time i watch a tree wave in a swift
breeze without breaking…every
time i wake to birdsong while
the clock tick tocks…every
time time stops and i notice how
blessed i am…i believe.
kat in june 2015
I have no words…too many words. But I digress. The sun just blasted a hole through that tree, don’t you see?
“We’re all a bit mad here…” ~ thanks for explaining Lewis Carroll!
And the theme this week is Truth…still churning. This is becoming a rolling blog post. TBC.
Photos by kat 2015
(Artist Unknown)
In the beginning She hovered
over the face of the deep.
Giver of Life, Helper, Witness,
Truth, her fruit is love, joy,
peace, patience, kindness,
goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness, self-control.
Where she is, there is Liberty.
This Pentecost…may
She Who Is….Shekhinah Glory…Fair
Rose of Sharon come dwell
in us, to set our hearts afire!
Kat on Pentecost Sunday 2015
like mercury colliding... 