Joyful Ruins

Discovering joy in the hard places


Magic Things

I am finding

my magic

Those things which resurrect me

They rarely fail

They always glow

The moment I stand under a tree

and look up

The time I put pen to paper and end up

with beauty in words

The touch of fur under my hands

and vibration of purrs

The colors, the stories on a screen

that make me laugh and cry

Your lips on mine or arms around me

My magic things



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About Me

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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