Reviews for Winter of the Heart. Girl Walking Away on Beach. Another Art Sherpa inspiration piece in acrylic. But I like the painting in person.

We are but poor passing fates,. That I could not love you any more. Than I do right now. For I know of nothing in this world. So sad or so beautiful. As your branches heavy with rain.

Life is make believe, fantasy given form. Photo compliments of Sue Vincent. The last known dragon had gone extinct a hundred years ago. Then he spotted the old skull. There, bathed in shadow, sat the prin.

Whether sweet or sour, each moment has its own beauty to celebrate. Here is my sweet darling. 1 Mix 2 C Blueberry. With 2Tbs lemon juice, 3 Tbs sugar, 3 Tbs corn starch.

Letters from my German Soul. Than a human being, why? We no longer share a language. So subjective, until I lose myself. In the dream of a body. In the hopes of a mortal life. Even when I have learned to fear pain. Trusting the moment, walking through fire. To get to some place that was.

All is the fear, and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason. Originally posted on Rebecca Grace. Silence is the hope, without words, that we are understood. Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance.