I finally had a quiet, set aside moment to read your words-perhaps this too is an old person's game- knowing something is deserving of the time we have in a special way...a savoring.
Thank you for helping me slow down to feel that "burning" in my own heart🌱
Beautiful, just as I knew it would be. If bird watching is an old person’s game, I’m glad to be considered old. Perhaps I was born old as I remember searching the skies and branches from my front porch calling back to the cardinals. My heart knew even then that those red birds were just one way God was letting me know that He saw me. I was never alone in that space.
I finally had a quiet, set aside moment to read your words-perhaps this too is an old person's game- knowing something is deserving of the time we have in a special way...a savoring.
Thank you for helping me slow down to feel that "burning" in my own heart🌱
Thank you for being a good companion on the journey. It sure is nicer, walking with friends.
Beautiful, just as I knew it would be. If bird watching is an old person’s game, I’m glad to be considered old. Perhaps I was born old as I remember searching the skies and branches from my front porch calling back to the cardinals. My heart knew even then that those red birds were just one way God was letting me know that He saw me. I was never alone in that space.
This makes me smile, thinking if you as a girl, seeing God’s love in his creation. Yes, I think you have always been an old soul, Lori.