Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places

Always More to Come

Yesterday

I walked the same old trails

and I was sad

The blossoms I had seen before

had faded

as though the beginning

of Spring

was already over

I went to bed

disheartened

The morning met

with gloom

Again

I walked the same old trails

Behold!

new flowers blossomed over night

The blues and pinks of yesterday

were gone

White and yellow replacing them

and in my soul

I missed those colors

so fleeting

but I recognized

the truth

Everything is beautiful in its timing

and just because its passed

doesn’t mean there is not more to come

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Jessica P. Mills

I see the world through stories and insights. I have always been a sensitive soul, especially towards nature, people, art, and faith. I spend a lot of time reflecting and finding treasures wherever I can. The two values I live by are beauty and celebration. I hope my blog communicates those two things, seeing beauty where beauty is not often seen and celebrating every aspect of life, the hard and the easy.

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An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.

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