bless my birth

Better to sit at the waters' birth, than a sea of waves to win; To live in the love that floweth forth, Than the love that cometh in. Be thy heart a well of love, my child, Flowing, and free, and sure; For a cistern of love, though undefiled, keeps not the spirit pure.

sand hand

November 2nd, 2009 by Jennifer

I love this one
I just love this one! That’s a piece of a shell that we found in a protected tide pool area. Since we couldn’t keep our collection of beautiful things, which we usually love to do, we photographed them.

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