“The canopy of trees overhead is so thick that only bits and pieces of blue sky can be seen overhead. Narrow rays of sunshine slice their way between the tree branches; slanted silver swords lighting my way.” — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“The fresh, pungent summer smells of the forest bring me home to the natural, forgotten spiritual place deep inside me. The part of me where hope lives, where prayers are answered and life feels good.” — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“The canopy of trees overhead is so thick that only bits and pieces of blue sky can be seen overhead. Narrow rays of sunshine… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“Love is not a word or an idea or even a place to go to or a thing to strive for. It is not… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
“The fresh, pungent summer smells of the forest bring me home to the natural, forgotten spiritual place deep inside me. The part of me… — Vanessa G. Foster Copy Share Image
