Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot…
What will you spend your money on? A bracelet for mum? A book on cats? A rubber duck or a magic hat? A little toy frog that jumps up and down, or maybe a wig that belongs on a clown? What will you spend your money on? A hand knitted scarf? A new game to…
What lies just through the trees? Come and see!
Grasped in her hand was a looking glass, a tale waiting to be unraveled. Long fingers curled around it’s handle etched with birds and leaves, holding tighter than they seemed to be. She stroked the glass with her fingertips, longing to disappear within its surface. She closed her eyes slowly, as though afraid of damaging…