A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom Her hand trembled slightly though she knew there was nothing wrong. She grasped around in her head looking for … Continue reading
William Wordsworth, 1770 – 1850 from Poets.org There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and … Continue reading
A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom There it was again! A knock. Gosh, her heart jumped. Who could it be? Why were they here in the … Continue reading
A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom There she was. Backlit. Standing straight. “Willowy” her friends used to say. It seemed like she stood still for an … Continue reading
A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom There was a time when this wasn’t ok-when the harsh realities of life still felt wrong to my soul. Before my being … Continue reading
A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom The stakes were so high. The rewards so… non existent. She racked her brain for the “how” of finding herself … Continue reading
A Series of Vignettes On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom “The rent is too high. We can not go there.” She looked pleadingly at her husband, desperate to avoid … Continue reading
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