Stories Collected While Living in France
Standing still for a moment
feeling the hands of time rushing over me
Aware of the moment when the clock strikes and when the moon is like a halo above,
gracefully leading me to this day and the next.
Singular moments of time marking me
creating me.
The sun rises ah the dreams a mixture of yesterdays, today and tomorrows.
The hands of time reach out even when I do not want to follow the dance it leads
It takes my hands, I might step on its toes and yet we go.
Beautiful words as always.
Sending much love and many prayers to you all.
Praying for our world and all of us in it.
Love Jeanne
I was pondering time yesterday….how fast it seems to be moving and yet so slow today THE FEAST OF THE ANNOUNCIATION -9 months till Christmas already winter feels spring hopes summer desires I feel like I am wishing my life away and nothing is a given….different details same sentiments as you have written so beautifully ….
Corey…..You are such a MOST strong Woman, I am blessed to consider you a Friend from sooooo long ago. I am right here, ready to be of assistance and strength for what ever you might need. Please call on me 🙂
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