Golden Hours and Dark Chocolates
It was never just about the beach or the book or the moonlight. It was about who I wished could share it.
It was never just about the beach or the book or the moonlight. It was about who I wished could share it.
You can never put down that which moves your soul.
The power of memory is strongest in reflecting our God.
To love a woman well is to multiply your life. A woman loved is a universe of possibility. Pray to love all of them. They deserve it.
There is something sacred about the hush before a spiritual gathering. That quiet space where the mind begins to shift, and the heart leans forward.
Only summer sounds like this
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.
The woman had something in her lower nature that responded to the appeal of the dark.
Notes from the margins of a drifting soul.