healingwords: poetry for the soul

Dream time, to fly away, meet lost loves, find answers to the deepest questions, awake to face the future with truth, courage and love.   

  I am reminded that there is nothing as precious as the time we are granted to live our lives. It is easy to fritter this away, waiting for the time to be right, not appreciating that the time is now. 

From Paris to Blackpool Pier, memories flow as day breaks and the witness awaits.