Hydrangea beauty surrounded me against a misty sky on Tuesday morning. Birds sang honeyed tunes of love‘s yesterday as they flew from branch to rooftop to branch to nest. Butterflies fluttered their wings and basked in my mind like silk across water or a sparkling bubble on a cool glass of champagne. I sipped on a cup of tea, which tasted like golden sunflowers, and I became sensitive to all the inquiries that surrounded me. I listened to the questions in my depth and contemplated on the wonder of it all. Isn’t it amazing how the sun chases the moon across the sky and we are able to watch their courtship. Isn’t it beautiful how a single raindrop will dissolve to red as it hugs the edge of an aging rose. Isn’t it a curiosity how words thaw in a frozen memory and reveal the earnest truth. I picked up my cup of tea and satisfied my desire to walk barefoot across the pebbles that lie at the riverbed. Soft worn sand teased my toes as I walked across the shore. I looked up at clouds circling the sky and realized that the question of love is exposed the moment our hearts learn NOT to conceal. Life, after all, is mended only by broken lessons.- BUT -lessons we must learn. Slowly, very slowly, I walked back home.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 00:22:56 +0000
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