Grief is like the ocean...rising to crash into the shoreline--then sliding back to a subtle life rhythm. It will always be a part of my life. The storms still rise now and again, but not as many as before.
This little tear-filled faery leans upon the rocks to weep. But in a moment she will smile through her tears to flit into the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of the roses.
Have a lovely weekend, dear Friends. Happy Paint Party Friday!