A hurried lifestyle often hurls me off the path of creativity. During these times of hustle and bustle, dew-kissed roses in my garden bloom alone; I forget to take my usual strolls to admire their beauty and breathe in their succulent scent.
Then I wonder why the soul dries and the songbird’s trill turns to stone.
As garden pots empty in preparation to move, I ponder: Soon, I will cultivate unfamiliar soil. READ THE ENTIRE POST…
