When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies. – Terri Guillemets

When the soil disappears, the soul disappears. – Terri Guillemets
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes what we believe as coincidence is really just getting ourselves caught in an angel booby trap. – Terri Guillemets
I hear the passing echoes of winter and feel the warming spring on my face. – Terri Guillemets