Wings

This week the hydrangeas bloomed in my backyard. 
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. 

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Something truly magical happened when 
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.