Digging in the dirt...unearthing rocks, weeds, my thoughts turn to life's struggles...times my heart was breaking and I did not see a way out, a reasonable solution, how to get past the pain of the moment. Not knowing what else to do, I dug in the dirt. I weeded. I carried rocks. Pails of small …
Nature Teacher: When Love Dies…
A joyous heart in newfound love... Â Opens freely... paying no attention to shadowed pretense and allusion... until reckless carelessness taints the heart and withers the spirit... leaving only an apparition, a ghostly memory of beguiled love.