The priest was on a roll: “Each person you meet is worthy of your compassion!” he prayed loudly. “Sheep, too,” the knitter mentally added. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A knitter only appears to be knitting yarn. Also being knitted are winks, mischief, sighs, fragrant possibilities, wild dreams. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
“Life is too short,” she panicked, “I want more.” He nodded slowly, “Wake up earlier.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
She throws her coin into a fountain already filled with hopeful coins, yet wonders if the wishes might become tangled. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The paradox of gifts: I know what I have given you. I do not know what you have received. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Fingers now scented with sage and rosemary, a kneeling gardener is lost in savory memories. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
“Always remember,” the storyteller told the wide-eyed children, “once-upon-a-time in a tale also means Now.” – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Instead of deadlines and dread, my home now smells like strawberry-apple bread and joy. I should bake more often. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Beauty can be coaxed out of ugliness. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
During the darkest indigo midnight, yet will countless stars blossom. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
