War makes thieves and peace hangs them.
~ George Herbert
Jeb Dickerson Quotes
The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them? Selflessly sharing their subtle song.
The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.
Life has no auto-settings. No batteries. You got to wind it up!
I believe that social media's greatest gift is in providing every person the forum to be themselves, speak their heart & soul.
A setting sun still whispers a promise for tomorrow.
Nature rejuvenates so quickly, so completely. Though we often view ourselves otherwise, we are nature.
Morning is when the wick is lit. A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before.
Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.
On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love. Always love. For something, from someone. It's never done. Never.
I'm not a particularly verbose person. I think that's why I like taking pictures... they speak for themselves.
I have a tickle in my brain. And it keeps making the corners of my mouth point toward the heavens.
First time I've picked weeds in almost a year. Definitely missed it. I love the smell of dirt and plant revealing their hidden nature.
Upturned toward the sun, eyes closed. That color and warmth I see and feel is the soul on fire. If only it remained when again my eyes opened.
Daily I learn - sometimes painfully, other times with glee - that mine is a path never meant to be paved.
May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment.
My feet have several thousand meetings scheduled with the dirt on a trail not far from here. Who am I to keep them waiting? Time to run.
Releasing the pressure, it's good for the teapot and the water. Try it sometime.