Again, I am feeling soft, warm reverence. I am an Easter egg, dipped gently in peaceful dye seeping slowly through muscles, bones, soul.
We received wonderful feedback from the editor on the book and this is the first day I realize I have nothing to do as regards it, just receive. Her words affirm that it does work and conveys what we have worked so hard to say. I give thanks for that. The house is filled with flowers. I picked the first rose yesterday, a Sterling Silver, from a bush Jan gave Jeff when they were both sixteen. The house is filled with scent.
May your day, your weekend, bloom with the sweet resurrecting juice and flow of spring.
