eucharisteo

I rarely share what I write in my handwritten journal. From time to time I may share bits, but never…

I sit. The gentle rocking of my porch rocker sooths. Planter full of mums at my feet sharing what may…

A friend’s hurtful words push us to our knees. Heart broken in a hundred pieces. “Forgive” He tells us. So…

Hummingbirds flit around the feeders. Chasing one another, especially the red chested one (the male perhaps), away from the sweet…

I wake early. Much earlier than I prefer. My body and mind battling. Thoughts running through my mind of tasks…