Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life. – Terri Guillemets
I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets