trees cut back ready to bud hint at beauty yet to emerge a perfumed treasure patiently waiting its turn to bloom life is full of such secrets promises yet unfulfilled possibilities seen and unseen… one must be the seed ready to flower, the bud ready to bloom; unafraid that we will falter, confident we will …

as i wake the dream state slips off me like a negligée i squint so my eyes can adjust to the bright as my surroundings slowly come into focus how i wish i could linger a bit more in the place of infinite possibility with soft edges and warm colors where no and never do …

law of attraction seeming as such, those that we like don’t like us as much those we would rather not see again pursue us unless put to an end and so it must pass this to and fro until we both know it be so. 3.19.17 [Image Source]

spring has finally returned a host absent from its own party birds celebrate once again flowers open to the sun filling the atmosphere with their fragrance all seems possible once more 3.18.17 [Image Source]

on this day of green people adorn in emerald, lime and kelly; they gather for green beer poured into green mugs, green cake sliced with green frosting, or corned beef simmering with green cabbage. symbolic shamrocks are stamped, printed or tattooed as a sign of allegiance to an unknown cause, when really just another reason …