A warm bed to warm my heart, and pillows to let the cathartic tears flow.
A reading of my favorite
excerpts from the most beautiful book I've ever read,
Till We Have Faces."Lightly men talk of saying what they mean. Often when he was teaching me to write in Greek the Fox would say, “Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that’s the whole art and joy of words.” A glib saying. When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the centre of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about joy of words."
A walk in the mountains with my grandpa, Newel, as he tells me stories of how the world used to be. (photo by: CJ)
A dance with the love of my whole heart and soul, CJ. (Photo by: Jeff Edwards)
Live music accompanied by laughs with friends (photo by: Jeff Edwards)
Lunch with friends in NYC (photo by: CJ)
A walk in fall leaves...just to be able to BREATH (photo by: CJ)
A walk in the mountains with my grandpa, Newel, as he tells me stories of how the world used to be. (photo by: CJ) 
A dance with the love of my whole heart and soul, CJ. (Photo by: Jeff Edwards) 
Live music accompanied by laughs with friends (photo by: Jeff Edwards)
Lunch with friends in NYC (photo by: CJ) 
A walk in fall leaves...just to be able to BREATH (photo by: CJ)
1 comments:
Hey Ann I really like all of these photos. However, the one of you and your Grandpa is just delightful. He looks like a fun Grandpa...full of advice and interesting stories. Taking a walk with Grandparents is always a good idea. Aren't they just the best? No matter how many times i visit with my Gramsies she always has new stories of dance halls, road trips, christmas trees, and flowers.
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