We cannot kindle when we will
The fire that in the heart resides
The spirit bloweth and is still
In mystery our soul abides
We live many lives in our one life. How's that for a statement? Child, adolescent, adult, mother, wife etc etc .........
Spring tends to bring out the child in me, the bright bulbs popping their happy faces up. While shopping for mushroom manure (what IS that anyways?) today at Home Depot I saw the most amazing array of colors in their primroses. Unfortunately primroses are the one flower I can kill fairly easily so I didn't buy any but boy was I tempted!
The bright colors carried me through to the pharmacy where I bought some bright orange nail polish, painted my toes! Happy feet!! Childish happy feet!