This last year everything went gray, My eyes have been stripped of the pink in the way. Letting in...accepting the inevitable. Introspection winds down the valley road of thought to the cabin of intention... There is grief behind the rose.


Glorious,divine light play on the leaves. Glorious, divine warmth, safety, chocolate. Glorious, divine. Furbabies,grandbabies,friends,family. Glorious,divine. Abundance forever. To you dear one, beloved creator, Metatron's cube, Michael's shield,Raphael your healing, Azrael your gentle hand. Glorious, divine. My gratitude, my heart.