A shelf on the bookcase in my home has become my shelf of love. You may wonder why I call it that. This shelf holds very precious cards on it. Each one made by another person and sent to me each month for the past year.
Last year I had the opportunity . . . → Read More: My Shelf of Love
The Daffodil By: Sharon Dvorak
The winter seemed to go on forever. Even though according to the calendar spring had arrived almost a month ago, the woman still felt the cold bite of winter. Snow was still upon the ground and a cold wind blew. She felt as though spring would never get here! . . . → Read More: The Daffodil
so deep and pure.
How I long to have you
part of my life.
a sleep of innocence and rest,
how long will it be before you visit me?
Rather than a gentle, restful sleep
it seems those hours belong to Spirit.
Why is it ‘they’ seem to . . . → Read More: Gentle Sleep