For there is a time to sit and a time to fly.
This, she said, is a time to test the limits of the sky.
Monday, May 25, 2009
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty - they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, and the embracing vines.
This blog was created out of the need to turn frustration into fruition. I found myself getting bogged down in the mundane of everyday living, and that’s not what life is about. Well- my life anyway.
For healing, I think it’s important to recognize true beauty no matter what form it takes. Sometimes that means finding the glamour in the grotesque.