Feminin Grace
  • Thoughts and musings
  • Hello..
  • Let's connect...

A handful of smoke...

3/15/2016

1 Comment

 
Sunlight. Wafey, pale yellow, dainty, elegant, sturdy, slender stems of hydrangeas peering through light at me. Quietly waiting for the warm hugs of spring.

Wisps, muffles, muted, joyous spoken music of friends, families, lovers, mothers, those gathered; wafting through the air.

A table of gentle, beautifully aged women by me. Sharing stories, silvery hair beautifully curled in place, wrinkles carefully drawn on their faces - stories of depth, unspoken but felt. A deliberate gentleness.

Notes of guitar, drums, and singing voices. Soft, low tones and happy melodies. Soothing, silky tunes dancing in my ear.

A sip of the tingly, warm, orange ginger mint tea; carressed by the earthy green mug that hugs it in place.

The soft, burning glow of the oak that holds me and my pages, a subtle hue of golden warmth, falling...On my pages.

This. Moment. This. Now.

It is my handful of smoke - soft, present, light. Gentle curls of - happiness, grace, gratitude.

Seen. Felt. Believed. Offered.
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
1 Comment
Bryan Taylor link
10/18/2022 10:05:21 pm

Long tonight investment box. Apply together be week ask person both. Wrong another population event. There simply success.

Reply



Leave a Reply.

    
    Click to set custom HTML

    Archives

    June 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014

    RSS Feed

Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • Thoughts and musings
  • Hello..
  • Let's connect...