The one thing I love is meeting new people. There is something inviting about a person when they grab your hand and lead you through their heart with no reservations. There is a beginning to a friendship. This is the stem.
Comfort, laughter, concern and compassion become the blossoms that abound.
The same is true from our trials in life whether chosen or self afflicted.
The stem is the story.
The blossom is the change.
I welcome you through the fragile door of our hearts. I hope that you stay awhile, befriend and cherish the blossoms that persevere.
As a writer, artist and a woman I am not sheltered from the storm that tries to blow our world; this is why a field of moral blossoms is a sweet place to grow.
I invite you, or should I say challenge you, to reach out your hand and take us through your heart as well.
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Thoughts for now.
One mans junk is another mans treasure!
I share with my children times I have struggled in my life.
This is my junk.
My hope is to protect them from pain.
This could be their treasure.
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“Children of the Night” is a private, non-profit, tax-exempt organization founded in 1979. They are dedicated to assisting children between ages of 11 and 17 who are forced to prostitute on the streets for food to eat and a place to sleep. Since 1979 they have rescued girls and boys from prostitution and the domination of vicious pimps. And they provide all programs with the support of private donations.
