Someone gifted me an orchid some years ago. They’re gorgeous flowers, and I’m not usually one for flowers in my home (I prefer longer lasting greenery), but I loved them. Its arching branch produced many beautifully speckled and spotted flowers, pink and purple in hue. If you looked closely into the middle of the flower, its pollinating center was extremely intricate looking; thin stems covered in tiny bumps with a bulbous end. I was in awe of it, as I usually am with nature.Continue reading “A Life Lesson from an Orchid”
When she disappears, I fall at her feet. I surrender in full.
Her invisible tides pull me into myself.Continue reading “The Moon and her Phases”