Just Past Imbolc
I’m always ready for the blossoming, yet shy away from the pain of the cracking open bud. Springs promise reminds me that only when I welcome the remaining sharp edges does the crispy new invite my participation.
I’m always ready for the blossoming, yet shy away from the pain of the cracking open bud. Springs promise reminds me that only when I welcome the remaining sharp edges does the crispy new invite my participation.