It’s a hard time to be creative. Isn’t it?
scent, the sense with time travel powers
Just Enough is all we need
limping along after a long winter leaves me grasping for hope
It doesn’t take much to trip myself up sometimes. Thankful for the many helping hands who were there at the right time.
All it takes is one word, one sentence, one idea to get inspired, ideas pour in. Finding that one is hard. But it’s magic when it happens.
When my heart is heavy with the condition of this world, I must try to be more like dandelion seeds
It’s not going to let me be. Is it?
My ears are out of practice when songs of spring time confuse me.