My darlings, just look who came to visit today—a butterfly with gilded wings, and wishes of love for this day.

It reminded me of a letter once written by author John Keats:

“My dearest Lady,” he professed. “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

Indeed, to live these days just as they were intended; with a voracity for the uncommon, and a passion for everything in between.

“You are always new,” he wrote.

Oh, how we might blessed to see in much the same way—as if with each passage of light, a brand new world might be revealed.

“When it is moving on luxurious wings,
The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.”

And so, a wish for you, my loves—that love may find the will to “overwing all bounds!”

Namaste <3