I can see them from my kitchen window and there are more that greet me as I walk out to my car.
Their lush blooms are breathtakingly beautiful in dark purple, magenta and pink hues.
my daughter filled vases and placed them around
the house. My heart and spirit elevated and I was
cared for in a way I didn't know I needed.
Each time I walk into a room, they make me really
see them. My breathing slows and I am filled with
awe and wonder as I notice how they light up the room.
They remind me of who I am...of who we all are.
We are all shining beams of light having the power
to inspire awe and wonder in those around us.
This is how I want to be; sharing my luscious
and breathtakingly beautiful gifts with the world
just because I can.
Writing that scares me.
The voices of fear and doubt are already
sounding their klaxons of doom and failure
as I do. But the voice of the hydrangeas cut
through my inner turmoil. Their voices uplift me
with the air currents I need to fly.