There is an art to floating just a few feet above the waves of life. And that art is definitely, a work in progress for me. This past year was a difficult one as it was for most of us. My goal this year is to try to keep a healthy perspective - flying above and beyond it all, so to speak.
We will see how long this lofty goal lasts, LOL! I’ll keep you posted.
-Diane
As the summer fog settles in
for the long while,
everything takes on a mystical,
antiquated feeling of awe —
I cherish these days.
- Diane
When all the drifting memories fade,
we will fly away together, forever —
you and me and the big beautiful sea.
- Diane
The ocean is my rock star!
- Diane
the more we are tossed and tumbled, the more the mystery is revealed…
such is the curse and the gift of being alive
- Diane Varner
it is here
and just beyond the horizon
of sand and stars
our soul drifts and dreams
- Diane Varner
To hear the source of all sound, we must pause in silence.
- Diane Varner
Such was the rush when recalling the dream.
- Diane Varner
One needs only touch the tip of their soul to sail.
- DIANE VARNER
When open to life, everything sparkles.
— Diane Varner
