Sad addendum

Well, following up yesterday’s post with some sad news. The second emerged butterfly’s wing didn’t form properly and it really can’t fly. This one won’t

Forget Your Perfect Offering #2: Weeds

“We haven’t a clue as to what counts in the secret landscape behind the landscape we look at here.” — Charles Wright Weeds without love. Torn

31 Days of Kissing the Wounds :: Day 31 ~ Feast of Being

Welcome to day 31 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged

31 Days of Kissing the Wounds :: Day 30 ~ Say Tomorrow Doesn’t Come

Welcome to day 30 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged

31 Days of Kissing the Wounds :: Day 29 ~ The night is dark, and I am far from home

Welcome to day 29 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged

31 Days of Kissing the Wounds :: Day 28 ~ What’s left of kisses?

Welcome to day 28 of 31 Days of Kissing the Wounds, a month of posts about the beauty, longing, and soul inherent in our damaged

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