Posted by: vftmom247 | 2012/11/03

These words are about the most precious thing in the whole world. The only thing on the face of the planet that is truly priceless. The thing that dying men beg for, rich men try and barter for, and yet it can neither be granted nor purchased. It destroys gardens and pathways and footprints and castles and empires and memories. It turns rocks into sand, turns black hair grey. Rubies lose their hue in comparison to it and diamonds lose their glitter when shadowed by it and the thing is more valuable and sought after than both combined. It discriminates between no man, no race, no gender, no social status. Oh does your father own the bank? Is your grandmother related to royalty? It means nothing.

It presses holes into the soles of our shoes, draws lines upon our face, closes wombs and weakens bones. It quenches love and creates…

View original post 1,592 more words

Advertisements

Categories

MS(c) Scotland

A journey to a new country to receive a Master of Science in History from the University of Edinburgh

Attila Ovari

Loving Life and Inspiring Others

How Wee Learn

Out of the box learning ideas, playful art, exploring nature, and simple living - that is How We Learn!

Little Bins for Little Hands

Learning Through Playing

Here At Gk

Geilenkirchen, Brunssum, and Schinnen ~ The Tri-border Community

Listening in the Desert

I'm totally dependent on You, Father.

Crayon Box Chronicles

sensory. art. play-based learning.

Pat Gohn

Writer, Speaker, Catechist

Happy Hooligans

Art for Kids, Kids Crafts, Kids Activities and Play Ideas

Crafting in the 21st Century

Using current technology to create 19th Century crafts

Ambassador Crochet

Reaching Out, One Stitch At a Time

Patricia Ann McNair

Things Writerly and Readerly

46 Psalm

Be still and know that I am God

Hollis Plample

draws comics

Clearing Customs

how the people and parts of our world cross cultures, from a former missionary

iGameMom

Games for Learning

CharisseNicole.com

Live Well | Laugh Often | Love Unconditionally

leaf and twig

where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry

%d bloggers like this: