Saturday, August 7, 2010
What I really love is morning fire.
Stacked pillows and shades gently drawn.
The candle lit is not the fire of which I speak.
But, it is reassuring.
In this foyer of intentional resolve, I find a way to sit. Rest.
Before the day-fire begins.
I get to.
Intentional loving is what I really love.
The candle lit and burning sage and a shawl draped ever so, simply.
What I really love, is how meant to be...
This love is meant to be.