Yuba River. {poetry}
The Yuba river in northern CA held me and turned me in the white water of her hands one weekend when I didn’t think I could ever open myself again.
Daily Archives:
August 7, 2018
Our Scars Are Our War Paint.
Our scars are where our true beauty lies. They are the openings where our light, if we choose to let it, can truly shine through.
Schismism: We Are All Here to Love Our Neighbors.
We all have differing thoughts, ideas, purposes and plans, but beneath it all, we are all created by Love, and love is love, no matter how.