Ingrid OliphantApr 28, 20171 min readHeavens Below The heavenly aren’t confined to the stars.We forget, even in our ideals of One, theglory of the mud to build our lives;light brought by the muckandpower of the magmato move mountains and men. spiritual0 views0 commentsPost not marked as liked
The heavenly aren’t confined to the stars.We forget, even in our ideals of One, theglory of the mud to build our lives;light brought by the muckandpower of the magmato move mountains and men.
Out of OutrageI don’t know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can’t remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do reme