I’ve effected a major change in my life; walking away from old and into anew. And even though the storms have passed, the scent of earth invokes our care.

What once was, shall always be – now transformed.

From the mists of morning rain, the peonies dip in bold defiance – confident in the weight and fullness of their bloom. A metaphor, perhaps? That the sanctuary of our peace is never far from view?

If we’re lucky, we learn to bend and reach, just as riveluts of rain define new paths. What we see before us? Courage and heart.

In peace, my sweet friends…be bold, be joyful, be always new…

Namaste ❣