
“Have you ever heard the earth breathe? ” I think I did last night…she yawned, stretched her lovely, curvaceous arms out, sighed and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Then, quietly, she fell asleep – heart beating, quietly breathing.
There is something about the promise of a jar full of sharpened pencils that makes my heart sing. They are hopeful, proud and smart in their little school bus yellow colored wrappers. They quietly whisper of stories they have to tell, pictures to illustrate and the answers to all life’s big problems. But these colored […]