Wordless Wednesday…
Tag: jeanne marie
I will find you by Michelle Marie
Je t’aime à la rose lune et arrière~I love you to the PINK moon and back
The Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie at http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/
Sometimes I see Angels dancing by Michelle Marie
The Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie at http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/
My flowers have been waiting all their lives for the Flower Whisperer, Michelle Marie. Since she came into their lives, they practically burst from my camera each morning, eager to get into her hands.
My flowers talk to her and she, in turn, creates amazing, magical art work from their messages. I am in tune with butterflies and animals but as much as I love my flowers, they have rarely spoken to me. I visit her site for a minute and end up staying for hours.
Michelle Marie is a trained graphic artist but what she creates could never be learned. Her magic comes from her heart, her fingertips are but a tool. Her posts are unforgettable. These are just a few of the stunning creations she has made me. Visit more of her incredible posts at: http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com/
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It’s A Big World For Little Creatures
It’s A Big World For Little Creatures
I find beauty where it is~in the bridges. Michelle Marie
Take refuge under the Pink Tree~won’t you meet me?
Love grows here in Jeanne Marie’s Garden
all of me~Jeanne Marie
Don’t…
You may…
Fairy Dusted Flowers
Spring Planting…
I think Fairies live here
She re-wrote her story because she believes in miracles~by jeanne marie & michelle marie
If I could…
If I could live in the words I write, I’d write a story where my heart was never broken.
Not Beaten After All
This yellow hibiscus
has been rained on
and it has been beaten
senseless by the wind.
It has been bent
almost to the ground
and it fought storms
to stand back up again.
It stands proud and
yes, it stands tall.
It was shaken
and it was bruised
But not beaten after all.
For Jodie Lynne
I send these flowers by the way of God’s winds
No walls or bars could ever stop them from getting in…
Painting Your Life…
Paint Me Gone
I Won’t Give Up…
Grammy, how long is three years?
Daddy’s Bottomless Black Pit
Daddy’s Bottomless Black Pit
Clean my face, wipe dripping tears of blood that come from deep within. Born black and blue and forced to pay for my daddy’s kin. He was raped and abused, treated like a piece of shit. Little baby girl born to that unhealed victim, I had no place to grow, to learn or to run. So, I lived beneath the ground cradled ungently, in my Daddy’s arms, no place I fit…except deep down inside my Daddy’s bottomless, black pit.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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