And sometimes I need a reminder…. a little comfort….

Don’t Miss the most beautiful and elegant writing on what a writer in their heart really strives for!!! I hope you love this as much as I did!!!

Purplerays

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“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you,
that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can
summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand
between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even
after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your
heart.”

― Frederick Buechner

Text & image source: Pebbles of Joy https://web.facebook.com/PebblesOfJoy/

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Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Sharon Johnstone

Humoring the Goddess

Sharon Johnstone is a Birmingham, England based fine art nature photographer.  She completed her Fine Arts degree at the University of Creative Arts in 1993, specializing in printmaking.

Of her dew drop photographs, she writes:

‘With macro photography I escape to another little world. I love exploring the tiny details in nature that often get overlooked.”

“I love finding beautiful colors and abstract compositions within nature. I think I am at my happiest when I am crawling around on my hands and knees exploring a small patch of moss dripping with sparkling dew in the early morning sun.”

Sharon takes a unique view of the world through her photography.

And our world is better for it.

More  SharexonJohnstone’s art can be found at http://sjfinearts.com/.

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Just Maybe

Com e and Savor the most beautiful and elegant depiction of feeling Beloved in – JUST MAYBE!! You might want to share this with your Beloved. Be sure and visit Sarah’s blog!

Sarah Doughty

“Maybe this is what it means to live.
Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell.”

Maybe this is what means to be happy. Feeling like I’m home in your arms. Like your eyes are holding me still in this chaotic world. Like your smile is the warmth I’ve craved for so long. Maybe this is what it means to feel loved. To know that you’re here with me and would rather be nowhere else. To know that you’re home, too. Just being near me. To know that I am enough, just as you are for me. And maybe, this is what it means to be content. Knowing I’ve made a heaven out of hell. That you take me as I am, flaws and all. That you are mine as I am yours. That we are one. That we are gravity. Maybe this is what it means to live.

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