I don't hear words but I feel the words in
my heart. His inspiration. The weight lays
on my heart until I am moved to action.
|Apple Blossom by Holly|
Joe texted me the other morning.
He wrote: I heard mother call my name & I woke up.
Later he shared, he heard her knock at his bedroom door and call his name.
Joe woke right up and started cleaning. My mother was a clean fanatic.
Influence from beyond the grave. She was a very charming and
Joe is so lucky.
|Blossom2 by Holly|
I haven't dreamed with her yet. Or sensed her presence in a vivid
why. I want to hear her voice and see her face in living color.
It simply hasn't happen but I am sure it will, eventually.
|Collar Greens by Holly. These came from my mother's seeds.|
|Solteiras (Maidens, translated literally:Single women) by Holly|
One of the ladies at the beauty shop (cuter than salon) said she smells
her mother's perfume around her some times.
In the book Signals, by Joel Rothschild, a hummingbird is the
Word of the Day: Geranium (the poor man's rose)