It's midsummer in the high desert and it feels like a day on the Eastern Shore, only the trees are not as big and many! Muggy air, birds coming just as light hits the sky and before the heat sets in for their morning nourishment. The air feels like the color of this font!
But it's ok, because this is part of the beautiful cycle of life in the high desert. The nights cool down and dawn is as pristine as a new born. Every day is a new beginning. Thoughts of Love emanates through every tree leaf, every chicken, every blade of grass and leaves of the wild native plants in my back yard smile hello to me as I breathe in the morning dew.
Today I am grateful for all of the love and beauty that is in my life and accept all that will be graciously gifted to me as the day progresses. Today, as the World turns, I remain the same:
In Love
But it's ok, because this is part of the beautiful cycle of life in the high desert. The nights cool down and dawn is as pristine as a new born. Every day is a new beginning. Thoughts of Love emanates through every tree leaf, every chicken, every blade of grass and leaves of the wild native plants in my back yard smile hello to me as I breathe in the morning dew.
Today I am grateful for all of the love and beauty that is in my life and accept all that will be graciously gifted to me as the day progresses. Today, as the World turns, I remain the same:
In Love
