“And within her body; flowers were blooming.”
This was repeated to me through the night in disturbed dream. And each time I woke into the caress of the night … a sleepy whisper.
I can feel it. The internal flowering.
The joy filled expectancy.
A delicate refined balance between a contented calm and a pulsing force so deliciously vibrant. Alive!
We look too much with strained needy eyes for the visible changes, we want it … demand it, before we trust, believe..
But always, always the alchemy is internal. A loving “hush” of the divine weaving magic … Un~ seen to the urgent eye.
Intimately known in the womb of soul and body. ❤️