The Aching Place

6 01 2011

Sometimes I get there by way of profound beauty and sometimes by broken heart. Sometimes in imagination and sometimes in real life. In some ways it’s a bit like Brigadoon, rising from the mist, magical and mysterious, not to be found unless you’re in the right place at the right time. Then suddenly you’re in its midst and there’s no denying it. You must either shut your soul or stand and answer.

I hope you’ll join me at The Master’s Artist to read more about The Aching Place.



Your comments are a gift. Please know I read each one with gratitude.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: