Last I held you, love flowed between us.
Love is fluid.
Living, creating, weeping.
A year ago I was coming to terms with understanding that our home, is now my home. It seems so simple, but I remember how difficult...
When I see clipped flowers, something deep inside me desires to get them into water, so they can last as long as possible sharing their beauty, fragrance and joy. A bouquet sitting out of water is actually distressing to me, the vision translates to moments of joy being lost.
In the middle of t...