They Conspire….

Some days what you need more than anything is to plunge your nose deeply into the damp bosom of a blooming lilac.

To breathe the sweet delicate scent of new beginnings.

Some days the spirit begs you to stand still. Allow the breeze to pass over you like an invisible wave washing away the worry and the weariness.

These are the days that your heart beat becomes a gentle whisper, and it speaks to you. “…see that butterfly? She felt stuck once too.”

The breeze, the breath, the beauty, the scent and the whispering heart all conspire to deliver a message.

Patience friend.




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