"Will anyone find it?" Winnie I have found it! “I have found a little bit of heaven on earth. They called it: Google, and it was Good,” Winnie
I went searching for a lady that I used to know. I was missing her so. Times have been hard, life has been tough, overnight I grew old. One moment I was 20 something and then suddenly I was not.
I knew that I was facing a death inside of myself and the only way out of it was through. I sat on a wood stump out in my garden thinking about life recently and remembering someone who took everything, the good times and the bad and she paints them into beautiful pictures and yarns of words and my soul yearned for her. She would ponder suffering, joy, longings and dreams and then put the intangible into words, into pictures, into something that you could see. While she had them there she would touch them up with some kind of golden, pixie dust that she contains and she would change them, rearrange them into something that could be understood, not only understood but understood now as being a part of the divine, a part of the entire grand scheme of things.
So I was yearning for this ladies touch as I would yearn for honey or sugar for my cereal in the morning if I could not have any. I entered her name into Google and I found some of her new art. Once again I saw myself there. Did you see Winnie's renderings of the beautiful young women, with the little elfish face fresh with new life? Then there is the next picture and the next picture and the hair fades and the eyes fade and the swirling leaves of time blow their storms across the face until it becomes a part of these same leaves. I am so thankful to the lady for expressing this, for giving my spirit some sort of tug into acceptance with her art that makes even fading, beautiful. Now I have found a treasure for me in Spinning a New Thread, I have printed it off and I will carry it with me to some soft corner where I will savor it as it delights my soul as I know it will because reading the first two lines I feel how they beckon me, to be delighted.
I love you Edwina(Winnie) Peterson Cross and I always will Trend
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WOO HOO!!! You won?!!! Congratulations!!! Now, may we see the novel somewhere, please?
"Will anyone find it?" Winnie
I have found it!
“I have found a little bit of heaven on earth. They called it: Google, and it was Good,” Winnie
I went searching for a lady that I used to know. I was missing her so. Times have been hard, life has been tough, overnight I grew old. One moment I was 20 something and then suddenly I was not.
I knew that I was facing a death inside of myself and the only way out of it was through. I sat on a wood stump out in my garden thinking about life recently and remembering someone who took everything, the good times and the bad and she paints them into beautiful pictures and yarns of words and my soul yearned for her. She would ponder suffering, joy, longings and dreams and then put the intangible into words, into pictures, into something that you could see. While she had them there she would touch them up with some kind of golden, pixie dust that she contains and she would change them, rearrange them into something that could be understood, not only understood but understood now as being a part of the divine, a part of the entire grand scheme of things.
So I was yearning for this ladies touch as I would yearn for honey or sugar for my cereal in the morning if I could not have any. I entered her name into Google and I found some of her new art. Once again I saw myself there. Did you see Winnie's renderings of the beautiful young women, with the little elfish face fresh with new life? Then there is the next picture and the next picture and the hair fades and the eyes fade and the swirling leaves of time blow their storms across the face until it becomes a part of these same leaves. I am so thankful to the lady for expressing this, for giving my spirit some sort of tug into acceptance with her art that makes even fading, beautiful. Now I have found a treasure for me in Spinning a New Thread, I have printed it off and I will carry it with me to some soft corner where I will savor it as it delights my soul as I know it will because reading the first two lines I feel how they beckon me, to be delighted.
I love you Edwina(Winnie) Peterson Cross and I always will
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