About a gazillion centuries ago… okay, two years might be more accurate, but the truth that really matters is that it feels like a life time ago when I saw Shelly’s treasures.
I fell in love with the colors, the shapes, the reality, the magic, the memories, with Shelle’s words… She said, “Hubby came in from his dawn surf & with the aid of his beach towel [a] bird was gently ushered out of our home & after a little sit to recover from the adventure, flew back into the nearby bush...
I’ve started my own wall of priceless treasures and memories, of loved bits of life… It changes with the seasons, with my moods, with the wild swings of my witchy soul… It grows as I live… It makes me smile true and wide… It grounds me… It’s mine.
Happy Summer Solstice, my Wicked Luvs, may your own walls—whatever their shapes—shine warm and true… I’ll wait for the sunrise eating papaya, oranges, and drinking French vanilla coffee. It’s a special day, so I’ll enjoy some toast and honey, too. What about you, any sun-loving plans?