There are seasons of silence when the soul goes deep, crawling into a cocoon. We feel the urge to withdraw. We yearn to silence the noise, to figure out the important, to explore the possible. And while in our cocoon, new beginnings crack open and sprout roots—fledgling desires that burrow into the unknown. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
Chrysalis
Chrysalis by Susan Lordi http://www.willow-tree-angel.com/willow-tree-chrysalis-figurine.html Sad goodbyes haunt my memories.Almost eight years spent traversing the earth.I breathed in your scent and kissed soft cheeks when our arms entangled.Pulling apart broke my heart into pieces that blew away in the wind.Never to fit together quite the same way again You held the Mother’s Day gift I …
