“Except for those moments when I let the robin’s call in at dusk, or note the fox’s footprints in fresh snow, or marvel at the hoarfrost on the boxwood. It’s then that I know there's still lightness inside me, and I’m not completely lost and broken.” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read this. You have such a beautiful way of putting words to what the heart feels and knows.
I love Pascal’s human response to spilled coffee! Together you turned it around. We all have incidents like this. Refreshing to read real responses, not just the pretty picture ♥️
“Except for those moments when I let the robin’s call in at dusk, or note the fox’s footprints in fresh snow, or marvel at the hoarfrost on the boxwood. It’s then that I know there's still lightness inside me, and I’m not completely lost and broken.” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read this. You have such a beautiful way of putting words to what the heart feels and knows.
Thank you Amber… sometimes that pureness just pours out of me… and mostly I have to wrangle it and pull it forward!! Love you 🙏🥰
I love Pascal’s human response to spilled coffee! Together you turned it around. We all have incidents like this. Refreshing to read real responses, not just the pretty picture ♥️
Thank you so much dearest Emily. I practice of writing is so healing for me. Thank you reading and always supporting me. ❤️