"A coat of many colors that my Father made for me." These are some of the colors in that part of the coat that makes up my parents garden... and just outside the edges of the garden, too.
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DRYAD'S HAVEN
Welcome to my haven. This is where my heart lingers, where my soul comes to worship. Some days the muse will sing softly, but other days you will hear only the peace of the forest, the silence of the slow moving water and the quiet of the wind dancing through the leaves. You’re welcome to enter, but remember that this is a secret place, a private place. Your hopes, prayers, sorrows and joys may find an echo here. But if they choose to linger when you leave... well, this is the haven of a Dryad, after all.
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May
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- Contrasts in Blue and White
- A Song of Joy
- The Coat of Many Colors
- Long Summer Nights
- Out On A Limb
- Memorial Day 2009
- The Evening's Song
- Southern Comforts
- Ft Lewis Freedom Fest 2009
- Be Still, and know that I am God
- Mist
- More Moments in the Mist
- Lilacs and Maples Leaves
- Fine Lines in the Morning
- Spring's Rainbow
- Peek-a-boo with an Old Friend
- Sagebrush and Sunflowers
- Rain and the Wrinkled Land
- Whooooo Watches the Watchers?
- The Place Between Sunlight and Shadows
- The World Washed Clean
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About Me
- The Dryad
- A poem, a prayer, a wistful dream, the hope that will always live and the faith that will never die. The secret kept, the laughter shared, the friendship treasured and the love remembered.
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