Sometimes, the weather does not feel like our season is changing, but our hearts…our hearts feel the change.
Blessings on this Ostara, may the wisdom of moving forward lighten your souls
Sometimes, the weather does not feel like our season is changing, but our hearts…our hearts feel the change.
Blessings on this Ostara, may the wisdom of moving forward lighten your souls
“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver
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