de mar y de arena y luz de lunaOsaraña
baila entre las olas
se desliza bajo la luz de las estrellas
caracola de colores
cálido murmullo que en el hueco de tu mano habita
ese es mi corazón.
Painting: abstract sea shell by Liesl-Crous
There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.