Tag Archives: #beauty

Throwback Thursday #17

After my mother died, I felt lost. It felt like a part of me died, too, and I suppose, in some ways, a part of me did die with her. I am not the same woman I was when she … Continue reading

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Wrinkles in Time

I will always be taken with beautiful things.Trends often come and go, but I pretty much end up the same, with all the good, the bad, and the ugly. Almost unyeilding…chasing sunsets, historic textures, bright colors, and simple and complex … Continue reading

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The Golden Hour

They call this the golden hour—when the sun paints its lighton the nature it has traveledlightyears to touch when the sky blushesshades of crimsonat the witness ofsuch spectacular beauty I am lucky to capturesuch a spectaclebut the golden momentsof the … Continue reading

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Speechless

Last night while walking through my dining room the view outside my window stopped me in my tracks. Still wet from my bath and not dressed enough to go outside – I stood frozen in wonder trying to think of … Continue reading

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For Anyone Who Has Ever Been Made To Feel They Are Less Than Good Enough

Who taught you to be so small? Taught you that your scars are flaws? As if your light can’t shine through – the holes and cracks inside of you. Taught you to accept what life gives you – because you’re … Continue reading

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The House Next Door

Hello boys and ghouls, Today I want to tell you a story about the house next door. I am not sure what it is exactly about this house that draws me to it, but I have been feeling compelled to … Continue reading

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The Perfectly Imperfect

When I find myself in times of darkness when the weight of the world becomes too much to bear— and I’m left feeling disheartened by humanity— I remind myself of the beauty I find in the imperfect I truly believe … Continue reading

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