Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson
Sometimes I want a wide sky,
nature green, and mountain air,
the smell of trees and damp earth,
a sweet breeze in my hair.
When life grants me these desires,
I take photos with my mind
to remember in the rushing squeeze
of life, and solace find.