Awareness and growth
Rooting in change
Accepting all I have been
That all I am
And will be.
Mrs. Henson is nearly eighty years old. She still sweats and toils most of her free time out in her garden where she feels closest to home. She loves the smell of well moist soil on summer mornings. It reminded of her childhood summer day when her papa got her the first taste of vanilla ice cream at the local fair. ‘It is magical!’ she thought, after the first lick of that sweet melting ice cream on her tongue. She still loves ice cream but it just isn’t the same as how she remembers it. She quietly laughs in her heart how the very memory brings her to the wonderful place of her childhood summer that she holds so dear in her heart.
By Amel Min 3 years ago in Fiction
“Hey, Z! Wake up! Su! Wake up! We need to get the day going Z!” “Hey, how long was I out for? Pa-Ul?” As Su-Z got up slowly from hard wooden floor she’s been laying without anything underneath her, she squinted her face with bodily ache.
My deer, dear, Star. How are you? We haven’t seen you since last winter and have been thinking of you a lot lately. We hope this letter finds you well. ❤️
By Amel Min 3 years ago in Petlife
A to Z Banana Oatmeal Bake Stands for... ❤️ Apple pie filling Zucchini Banana Oatmeal Bake 💕 Min’s A to Z Banana Oatmeal Bake 💕
By Amel Min 3 years ago in Feast
Feel my colors Vibrate For you may not see with your naked eyes My bare soul breaths Prism of Universe That Hums of rainbows
By Amel Min 3 years ago in Poets