“And how can we love anything when we don’t truly see it nor connect to it? Anything in life is special only if we spend more time with it. The rose in The Little Prince. Our childhood toy. We can only love what we appreciate.” ~ from my published essay...
I still remember the moment and warm summer day when I took this photograph while in a beautiful butterfly garden on an island I visited. I’ve named her Grace, and she is part of my photograph collection that I offer in my Flower Shop. To have been able to...
A tiny grain of sand washed into a mussel, entering its protective shell. Hard, sharp and angular, the grain of sand lies in the soft flesh and brings ongoing pressure, discomfort and even pain to the mussel’s tender inner lining. The mussel begins to surround...
moonpulled, heart-first i go into the woods,like a raspberry leaf sewn into the mattress ~ from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva A few years ago a beautiful woman came to me for a relationship reading, and as part of my synastry readings I invite clients to...
“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s mine.” ~ Song of Songs, 6:3 With these beautiful wild roses from our gardens, let’s enter through the mystical velvet veils of the lands of love today; and through the lens of spiritual astrology we...
