Some days we dream and then other days we take the plunge. This playground is composed of words.
I concur with John Burroughs when he said, “I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, all the friends I want to see. Our time is too short for pettiness, angry words, wounded feelings, crushed souls. Perhaps the measure of life is not in its length, but in its love.”
Like this:
LikeLoading...
Published by Karen Yoder
Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen.
Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard.
"For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver
View all posts by Karen Yoder
Living in the Now 
How exciting! Looking forward to reading more!
LikeLike