Sometimes my heart sings with the colors of joy. Flowers are messengers that there is always beauty to be found in this world.
Sometimes it’s all about stirring memories. (A favorite in my backyard many years ago.)
Sometimes I focus on the inner life revealed and wonder about this quiet space.
Sometimes growth is slow to evolve. I wait with anticipation.
Sometimes I’m just at peace with what is and dream along with the winged angel.