life has its own rhythm
this was amazing! two of my favorite phrases:
“the hem of the unknown is sewn through with sunlight”
“the sieve of daily life”
Since like a month or so, I have begun eagerly looking forward to your writings and haven't been disappointed. thank you so much for writing. :)
beautifully written and extremely relatable. thank you for this.
This piece is so well written.
I loved every part of it!
Thank you.
I've read so many pieces on this same subject, but you still managed to make me shed a little tear in a coffee shop here in Bradenton, FL.
Good stuff!
loved this
Beautiful, Nicole - thank you!
Loved this line
"Most of all, I can’t control my timeline down to the millisecond. I must listen to it instead."
I also really like the art work you choose as images. Could you send the sources you use to find them?
This was a great read! Something I definitely needed
Despite all this: I still revel in the miracle that the hem of the unknown is sewn through with sunlight, and the day is full of hours. For this precious moment I’m not ahead or behind. The days just begin again and again. --> Love this reflection
this was amazing! two of my favorite phrases:
“the hem of the unknown is sewn through with sunlight”
“the sieve of daily life”
Since like a month or so, I have begun eagerly looking forward to your writings and haven't been disappointed. thank you so much for writing. :)
beautifully written and extremely relatable. thank you for this.
This piece is so well written.
I loved every part of it!
Thank you.
I've read so many pieces on this same subject, but you still managed to make me shed a little tear in a coffee shop here in Bradenton, FL.
Good stuff!
loved this
Beautiful, Nicole - thank you!
Loved this line
"Most of all, I can’t control my timeline down to the millisecond. I must listen to it instead."
I also really like the art work you choose as images. Could you send the sources you use to find them?
This was a great read! Something I definitely needed
Despite all this: I still revel in the miracle that the hem of the unknown is sewn through with sunlight, and the day is full of hours. For this precious moment I’m not ahead or behind. The days just begin again and again. --> Love this reflection