"We are all wanderers on this earth...our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams." ~ Gypsy proverb

Friday, July 26, 2013

Painted stones

He politely puts his paw on my face every morning, rumbling low, hoping that soon I will wake to see him waiting.

We collect plume, my daughter and I. The brilliance always leave me thirsty. Ohh to see his magnificence!! To watch him take flight! Never in the wild have I seen him fly, not yet. But like a dream I wait, patiently, I wait.

The aches in the working muscles of my fingers tell me it's never too late. There are new memories being made here. A daily meditation, a welcomed vibration, like the beat of a drum against my chest. From the inside, or the outside? It's the same either way.

She colors everything she touches, that girl, leaving a trail more beautiful and less ordinary than before she arrived.

There are painted stones everywhere, ripples made by the most insignificant actions. We aren't meant to feel them all, but when I do, I swear, I can feel the earth move...

Happy Friday and weekend to you...

xoxo



7 comments:

  1. Beautiful post - I love your words and photos. The boys and I arrive in Colorado next week - it will be good to settle in for the school year. Your posts have reminded me of I love about Colorado this last year - Thank You!!!!
    Chey xo

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  2. gorgeous, gorgeous post...such beautiful musings.

    happiest of week's endings to you.

    xo

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  3. i can't wait to hear you play MJ.

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  4. beautiful post. happy weekend to you, too xxx

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  5. Your posts are poetry MJ. What an honor to witness your growth as a writer and a philosopher really. Such beauty you share!
    Hugs,
    Claudine

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