i was “given” this rose in meditation.
i lay it in the snow on my balcony & took a photograph, the depth of rich red on the pure white of snow … as i sat with the rose, allowed the illusion of boundaries to dissolve, it spoke loud & clear to me, it spoke of the depth of beauty of soul, that now “allowed” radiated out & beyond any beauty that we can define. a beauty felt, “known.”
this is my silence …
come sit with me x
“Beauty is the illumination of your soul”. ~John O’Donohue
