Oh My Dears,
Are we not like a field of lavender, dense with the lushes fruit of flowers. We soak up the heavenly sun, the heavenly rain to blossom into the perfections of our souls.
Our roots go deep into the rock and soil of the earth drinking in the life force of the infinite and the All That Is.
Are we not lucky to be alive?
Are we not like a field of lavender, dense with the lushes fruit of flowers. We soak up the heavenly sun, the heavenly rain to blossom into the perfections of our souls.
Our roots go deep into the rock and soil of the earth drinking in the life force of the infinite and the All That Is.
Are we not lucky to be alive?
