My phoenix is continuing to rise above the dark regalia of widowhood, and color is in a dripping watercolor stage. A bit surreal and everything without definite form. I do love it, when compared to the abyss.
All of you have endured so much in this last year and a half as well. COVID has become enmeshed with the world we knew, and what now sits on each of our “plates of life endurance” is more than before.
My heart seeks to continue the light that is forming, and with that in mind I have reopened my little shop of stones. It brings on the sensation of life beginning again. I am grateful.
Bless each of you in this very moment, and as you embrace your own new beginnings.