Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore
Full Blog Series: The Joyful Path
Image by Jennifer Fifield
Sometimes we may need to fall
To rise back up
Sometimes we may need to crumble
To piece back together
Sometimes we may need to be patient
Sometimes we may need to break down completely
To see things most clearly
Sometimes we may need to be stripped to the core
To learn who we are
Sometimes we may need to peel back the layers
To move forward
Jennifer A. Fifield
Image: photo by Jennifer Fifield
ROUND TABLE UNIVERSE - ABSTRACT DIGITAL ART/PHOTO RENDERING - PHILOSOPHICAL SHOUTS
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Some Things Are Better Off Read
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
We are at war. Life is a battle. Every day we fight for joy, peace… love. This is correspondence from the frontlines.
Life under the thinking tree
images | illness | distinction.
Books, Beauty, Learning Japanese
Life and my insights
Deux Américains à Toulouse
Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul
Expeditions - explorations - adventures
Making the world a richer place, one story at a time
What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?
Underfoot Poetry - a poetry blog
Poems by Celia Hales in the Style of William Shakespeare & John Donne
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
A Library of Literary Interestingness
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins