Mo, I envy you this passing of summer. Ours is ahead of us and much too long.
I think I mostly dwell in a syrupy slowness, when I'm happiest. When I'm wild and dervishing around like mad, I get pulled too many ways at once. I may write tremendous poems during this time, but there is generally a cost.
There is a lesson in your piece, but it is not heavy-handed. It is subtle.
Thank you so much dear Rebecca! 💓 I love your term syrupy slowness and it feels delicious to feel it when one's happy! I pray for more happy days for you ❤️❤️
Lovely post, Mohika.
Thank you 🙏
Oh, the archives of the heart. Beautiful, Mo.
Big hugs, many blessings, and MUCH LOVE. ~Wendy💜
Thank you dear Wendy 🙏 cherish them deeply 💘
Mo, I envy you this passing of summer. Ours is ahead of us and much too long.
I think I mostly dwell in a syrupy slowness, when I'm happiest. When I'm wild and dervishing around like mad, I get pulled too many ways at once. I may write tremendous poems during this time, but there is generally a cost.
There is a lesson in your piece, but it is not heavy-handed. It is subtle.
This photo of your granny is amazing.
Thank you so much dear Rebecca! 💓 I love your term syrupy slowness and it feels delicious to feel it when one's happy! I pray for more happy days for you ❤️❤️
Grandparents rule with wisdom and grace that lives in you.
Thank you ma mere. Blessed 🙏