jamie {74}:
in God's wildness lies the hope of the world
jamie {74}:
pink spikes
jamie {74}:
life's under no obligation to give us what we expect
jamie {74}:
where you go, is where i want to be
jamie {74}:
in the pink
jamie {74}:
little baby honeydew melons
jamie {74}:
let your heart guide you. it whispers, so listen closely.
jamie {74}:
emerge
jamie {74}:
in the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you
jamie {74}:
atop the sledding hill
jamie {74}:
we now resume the crabapple obsession
jamie {74}:
billowy
jamie {74}:
well hello, bud
jamie {74}:
pinked out
jamie {74}:
smile, breathe, and go slowly
jamie {74}:
i hope you will go out and let stories happen to you...
jamie {74}:
i don't think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains
jamie {74}:
Sometimes the only thing to do is to start looking at everything again until you forget what you're supposed to see & actually see what's there
jamie {74}:
it was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope...all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth
jamie {74}:
came up soft like daybreak
jamie {74}:
tails of winter
jamie {74}:
sometimes the most important thing in a whole day, is the rest we take between two deep breaths
jamie {74}:
16/31: Juxtaposition
jamie {74}:
you find most things when you cease to look for them
jamie {74}:
a little of what you fancy does you good
jamie {74}:
curled
jamie {74}:
hairplay