My head and heart feel like a clogged drain. So many thoughts, so many feelings spinning around in a stagnate pool of limitation.
It's frustrating.
So many songs that need words, so many dreams that need actions.
Like a dog looking out the window through to the garden, with the door latch too high to reach.
Like a butterfly with its wings locked in park.
Now if I could just be patient enough to spread them...
Such beauty dear! Thanks for sharing your skill at capturing God's handiwork! :)
ReplyDeleteLove,
Cassie
Not only are the images stunning and so full and wholesome, but the words. Oh my goodness, Charlotte. The words.
ReplyDeleteI handed the tablet to my sister to read. She has also spoken of things like this, echoing my scatterbrained thoughts. She loved it.
To creativity.