a melodious life can be perceived by some as just a presumptuous feeling that can set you up to fly
when you come out between the trees, you very bravely look down upon your pretentious self reasoning that the melodies you heard were all very well and good, when it was really none of your doing
none of your doing to hear what you are hearing... seeing what you are seeing... thinking what you are thinking... and feeling what is in your heart
there is nothing relative about love or poetry...
from the depths of your soul let the ruffles and pleats of your dress be left alone to charm even the most melodious of bothers
contemplative prayer brings true music to our souls
(all photos of the farm and me, by me) xo + blessings,