I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. ― Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Picture perfect pastels Cascading pink petals Flowers in bloom I’ve never fancied flowers much, because they’re too quickly dead and withered the moment you begin to appreciate their beauty
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing andContinue reading “I was a bride married to amazement”
Someone told me about Paris and its slums but I’d love to be there anyway.