in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes
There are people that soften me– with music with a gentle heart with deep listening with sharing their vulnerability I cherish these people. (You know who you are.)
Love and Light to you and yours. May Christ consciousness – the spirit of love and unity with everything in one pure, spiritual consciousness – be birthed in all hearts.