this first photo makes me sigh, such beauty / a teeny red forest grows along a fallen log / near the crescent beach / hello my good friend green / ice maps / more life uncovered by mildness / early morning crow / asters / the view at the end of Water St.
Faith is not the clinging to a shrine
but an endless pilgrimage of the heart
Abraham Joshua Heschel
I've been busy this brand new year slaying dragons & conquering molehills on the pilgrimage to my own heart
Beautiful images of your world dear Susan. The crow sits like a sentinel in the tree, ever vigilant.
ReplyDeleteGood luck on your pilgrimage to your heart my dear friend.
love and hugs
xoxoxo ♡