Life is an ever changing prism, my loves – a casting of light through shards of ‘broken’ glass.

Within which we find our faith restored, an offering of love beyond imagination.

Even through misted fog, the colors dance – revealing the promise of newfound perspective.

It is the mind which freezes to physical form that which is intended to be free-flowing.

And, who are we to dare to to presume or qualify the goodness of Divine?

We find ourselves within these castings, a cherishing of life through subtlety of vision.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️