Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I am not talking about photography right now, but life. A woman's work is never done, but she must take pause and listen, listen to the inner depth of her soul while she can hear it. In short order, day turns to dawn and the desire to rest the mind whether one likes it or not may set in. In the rest I so frequently rebel against I know a precious gem awaits.