Coming Around

Something was shifting and she could feel herself coming around. She was coming up with fresh eyes and a deeper love, light and understanding. Every ending is a new beginning. Every rose has it's thorns. Always there is light at the end of the tunnel. Something was shifting and she could feel herself coming around. Soon she would …

Simple Beauty

Beauty was simple. She could find it anywhere. It was often in the things undecorated and authentic. Sometimes it was even the most lovely as it was dying. Beauty was simple. She could find it anywhere.