There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(409)
-
▼
September
(30)
- Moving On Up
- Magical Moments
- I Am Never Done With Looking
- Awaiting Transformation
- Falling in Love
- Sacred Idleness
- New Discoveries
- Life Is Good
- Plant Kindness - Gather Love
- Happiness Is A Gift
- The Turning Of A Leaf
- A Serene Encounter With Reality
- Bird of Prey
- Osprey Success
- Monarch Butterfly - Enduring Wings
- A Beautiful Day
- A Maybe - Reaching for the Stars
- Touched by Wonder and Awe
- Great Blue Heron Takes Off
- Remember
- Believe You Can
- Treasure Found Beneath the Leaf
- A Happy Life
- Blue Jay
- Reaching for the Sky
- Praying Mantis in the Sedum
- Mockingbird Blessings
- Stop and Enjoy
- Follow Your Dreams
- Look Deeper
-
▼
September
(30)