Thank you for this beautiful post and for remembering the flowers and the love. My daughter is born on the last day of January, Imbolc Eve which has always felt special signifying the first stirrings of spring xx
Oh my heart, I think this is one of the most beautiful wise things I've ever read. Bowing to you beautiful Asia, wow. Bless you and your flower-girl, and your flowering heart x
You lift my heart love. Also, you are someone who continually reminds me to believe in love. To be open to the presence of love. So for that, I thank you, thank you will the fullness of my being. ❤️
Have you read “Their Eyes Were Watching God” by Hurston? In one of her early chapters, she describes a moment of blossoming just like this. Or Li-Young Lee’s poem, “From Blossom to Impossible Blossom”? Thank you for adding your words for the wordlessness that is love to this rich history.
Oh thank you for these suggestions! It has been actual decades since reading Their Eyes Were Watching God and now I dearly want to revisit it. And the poem by Li-Young Lee...impossibly beautiful. Perfection. Thank your kind words about my own small offering in this history of wordlessness and blooming.
Thank you for this beautiful post and for remembering the flowers and the love. My daughter is born on the last day of January, Imbolc Eve which has always felt special signifying the first stirrings of spring xx
Oh my heart, I think this is one of the most beautiful wise things I've ever read. Bowing to you beautiful Asia, wow. Bless you and your flower-girl, and your flowering heart x
You lift my heart love. Also, you are someone who continually reminds me to believe in love. To be open to the presence of love. So for that, I thank you, thank you will the fullness of my being. ❤️
Have you read “Their Eyes Were Watching God” by Hurston? In one of her early chapters, she describes a moment of blossoming just like this. Or Li-Young Lee’s poem, “From Blossom to Impossible Blossom”? Thank you for adding your words for the wordlessness that is love to this rich history.
Oh thank you for these suggestions! It has been actual decades since reading Their Eyes Were Watching God and now I dearly want to revisit it. And the poem by Li-Young Lee...impossibly beautiful. Perfection. Thank your kind words about my own small offering in this history of wordlessness and blooming.
What a gorgeous song. Thanks for sharing it. I love it (and this piece of writing).
Isn't it divine??? I've been listening to it on repeat this whole valentines week