my imagination alive and well,
lingers on past the moments that fill my soul..
Tinkering about this quiet home and stepping around the sweet bodies sprawled about,
my thoughts race as I see the future before me and I hope, I wish, I pray for grace upon these innocents..
my humans..
such a gift; a purpose to love another soul in the most miraculous of ways
studying them in their slumber.. to watch the heart beat and know a beautiful life is within..
The dance of life can be loud, quiet, happy, sad, full and empty
But it's a beat worth moving to..
swaying to the rhythm
Keep shouting through life – your ears will love the sound of fighting for love
and your heart will live for it..
The curiosity of it all feeds my soul..