S L E E P I N G + B E A U T Y
Spring seemed to never come.
Winter was long.
And yet, growth and expression are always occurring.
The art of observation is a path that continues the learning.
So many new beginnings and moon rituals and yet it seems the only one that tends to me these daze is to be still.
To till my own soul.
Which is making my garden soil most delightfully fertile.
I A M