My hands were shaking
my blood was curdling,
fear, spread through my veins
as the awaited hour, dawned
like a lamb to the slaughter.
The scars of my soul bled through words in the form of poetry.
Thoughts on art, creativity, and the writing life.
Where Legends Live in Words. A Digital Art & Poetry Wordpress By Linda J. Wolff
Memoirs of a Wounded Healer
THE OFFICIAL SITE
age is just a (biggish) number) NUMBER
Exploring the World with a Camera
Many Paths to Spiritual Wholeness
MAL-ART is about hitting that sweet, sweet spot as well as a sour nerve or two--- POPPED BUBBLEGUM, HARDCORE JAWBREAKERS & WORDS FROM ME TO YOU
Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition
Dog lifestyle and everything else for the dog owner
Gazing at the irony
Stimulating conversation from the inside out
the impressions are nonverbatim and are not to be taken literally, chew it thoroughly to avoid indigestion.
I think, therefore I read.
a book log
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!
thinking through music
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Celebrating gardens, nature, photography and a creative life
Author, Weaver of Tales
Worlds of Fantasy, Folklore, Myth and Legend
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. – Lao Tzu
Pen and Paper
Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
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