The magic is notin crossing pathswith celebrity Gaining entryinto inner circlesdeconstructing myths Magic is the momentwhen flattery does not swaywhen recognition surpasses the gloss of stargazingembraces inner substanceevolves into self-acceptance. (Art my own)
(This is not a new post, but I feel it is fitting for the time of the year. It still speaks to me as the author.)
The decision has been made – it is time for us to move on to the next stage of life. The house will be sold and we shall look for a smaller, rental apartment. It hasn’t been easy coming to this conclusion, and it won’t be easy making the transition, but excitement is part of […]
One Woman's Quest II 
Beautiful! I love to hear birds chatter and we’ve had a lot of cardinals and woodpeckers in our area lately. They are so fun to watch, especially now that the trees are bare we can easily see them.
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I love this picture poem! Birdsong does the same thing for me.
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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