Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places


Reconstruction

I don’t hear your voice telling me I should.

I don’t hear your voice at all.

But I think I see you more in spirit around me than I did before.

Like Mother Nature, always there, never gone, so I need not obsess over thoughts of her, but appreciate her as often as I can, thanking her, loving her, caring for her.

I give to her this love and she gives to me this life and securely we are in relationship.

No rituals or disciplines needed.

That is God to me now.



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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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