that I live in…Mine. I love my little world and it likes me here.
As in Navajo prayer, beauty is before me
and below me…hovers the beautiful.
I am surrounded by it and immersed in it.
In my youth, I was aware of it. In old age, I walk quietly the beautiful trail.
In beauty it is begun.
In beauty, it is ended.
It’s been another great day, even being caught in a couple of raging hail downpour…and missing my teen (who is on her way south, with her school band to Heritage Festivals this evening.)
Happy crafting and keep those creative juices running!
(still doesn’t do texting, MySpace, Twitter, StumbleUpon, DiggIt…but caved into Facebook!)