It All Starts as a Seed

We had dinner reservations, but we canceled them again.

We were busy, lingering.

Skin and skin and didn't want to leave.

This happens quite frequently.

So he's grilling fish.

And I'm writing poetry.

I love how he takes care of me.

Understands and gives me what I need.

Which mostly looks like this, after a full week of giving our gifts.

Knowing and attuning to the moment and each other (something we had to learn over time) now has become our unspoken melody.

The sound of the wind dancing with the trees.

The peace this breeze brings to my being.

The butterflies busy doing their thing, the sweetest company.

God your creation never ceases to amaze me!

All of this began as tiny black seeds.

Filled with enough life force to create an entire new reality.

A thought becomes a thing.

A love story, a legacy.

Life is art, my friends.

Live your dreams. 🌷