Walking

I founds so many beautiful things for you.

A duck and a turtle sharing a log, an unlikely pair. Truth

Orb weaver spiders rebuilding their webs on the grate of the sluice way after a night of rain. Grit and strength.

A wayward traveler followed me for part of the way…companionship on the path.

And I found the little green heron again…patience.

There were three women from Africa who told me that their names meant “field of flowers”, “joy”, and “resurrection”. They said long before the Hebrew derivation, the name Maria meant “Beloved” so they gave it back to me.

Life is asking me to wait. So I am telling you, I am not leaving.🎈

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