He was wonderful with wood. A carpenter by trade.
He was wonderful with wood. A carpenter by trade.
I couldn’t stay away from her, no matter how her influence hurt. She was all I knew of acceptance and friendship.
She loved to work creatively, her hands always busy with some dream needing anchored in reality.
The coin says, you are paid in full and can leave here without fear and get where you are going. It is a small grace for helping loved ones cross over.
Soft and feminine, round and full of spirit— warmth and give.
Her words marking me as they’d sprung from her internal world— exquisitely simple reflections.
She wore red to church, thin cotton the light peeked through to her ivory slip, mystery’s kiss.