by Diane W. Bailey | Mar 20, 2013 | Uncategorized
Pollen falls like rain, turning the great outdoors bright yellow. The mother hawk cries out victory, as young eyases crack open the confines of their shell. They lift up their heads, with eyes bright sounding their arrival and desire for food. Daffodils break...
by Diane W. Bailey | Feb 23, 2013 | Diane's Posts
This Weekend, through all of the snow and rain, may your light shine in the dark places. Seek the light, beginning, in the beginning.Linking with Sandra Heska King, and Deidra...
by Diane W. Bailey | Aug 13, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Words flow from one to another, casting shadows and showing the light. Like light through trees casts shadows and illuminates the leaves, our words to each other have the ebb and flow of light and it’s shadows. And are not shadows only the lack of light, giving the...