Just because it hasn’t

arrived yet

doesn’t mean

it’s not coming.

It swims slowly

and steadily.

It rides the river through

the thick forests

and canyons that

have bended and

shaped themselves

so that very thing can

reach you.

And it will reach you.

~Victoria Erickson

hangin’ on to all the beauty….

inquiry for today~ summer pace, summer ease…..

pure stillness in the midst…..

It was June, and the world smelled of roses.

The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

~ Maud Hart Lovelace