Tears and poetry are the closest language to all things divine, unspoken, spoken and felt.
Hearts mend and expand and break and give something of ourselves as we nest into the gifting of our dearest self.
I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers so, each petal that falls will remind you that the earth breathes, and the moon rises.
For right now, let’s talk softly to each other and we’ll become a love song.
