Listen to the music in your heart and the soft whispers in your soul, letting the moment cover you in a blanket of pure delight.

Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you. -Crystal Woods

Irrationally happy, that is what flowers do for me. Their mere presence touches my soul as the sun shines into my life. How can one refute something as wonderful as that, may I ask?

Oh, but who knew
That you would be
Just the thing I needed
I needed for me
You appeared in my life
without invitation, leaving your petals behind

Threaded in the essence, your whispered touch
Lay upon my heart
Giving pause
To this feeling of unrest
Mayhap

Flowers. There must always be flowers to color my world. This picture is dedicated to #ThursdayGreen by @Kalemandra, even though I could only find green leaves today. Tomorrow is another day.

Reach out and color me. Divinely so.

And just like that, these musings are done. Thank you for stopping by and saying hello, leaving your words behind... and just so you know, although much sun and shine were used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day! And keep on Forking! You know you want to!

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I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire

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