Vagabond Writer

A wanderer.
Room to room, notes on my phone, sending myself emails. My brain overflowing with impressions, parallels, searching for wisdom beyond myself. Surprised to discover new truths. Age old adages come alive in the light of this day. Heavenly whispers that mark out a new path.

Highlights of light on the treetops – the birds swoop between them without care.
A squirrel slips down a trunk- all that remains is a bouncing twig as he makes an acrobatic leap to a branch on the other side of the ravine.

I sit observing the changes in the defused light as the sun climbs in the sky.

Holy Spirit is opening a way for me. Constantly changing, yet always forward.

~Debbie G