The Ocean's Sun

My heart is sick. I've a family friend, whom we'll call Aaron for confidentiality sake, who's 17 and homeless. And why is he homeless? Because his mother has no feeling. He could be living at her house. He could have someplace to sleep in relative safety. (If you knew his mother you'd understand why... Sign in to see full entry.

At times, one is so full one does not know what to feel. But before I get into that, I’d like to ask you all to forgive this blog, for I am not one to speak regarding myself, and it seems I shall a bit. At times, we are so full we do not know what to feel, or perhaps, what it is that we’re feeling.... Sign in to see full entry.

This world of ours is a convoluted, integrated place. As with basket weaving, there are numberless strands that connect, touch and intertwine, so that nothing goes untouched or is complete without being touched. Without this togetherness, there can be no basket. Every piece and portion requires the... Sign in to see full entry.

http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/OpinionatedBitch/444797 --This linky is the inspiration for this blog. I encourage you to read it before continuing.-- These kinds of images really fascinate me. When we first glance at them, we see one thing, but if we open our minds, we find there is something... Sign in to see full entry.

Listen. Through time and space there’s an echo in your mind. It reverberates through your heart. Resonates with your soul. Like the ripples from a drop in a pond, the echo spans the ages, transcending the stars and solar winds. It reaches you with the fond touch of a gentle breeze. Grasps you like a... Sign in to see full entry.