Written Words Never Die
Historical fiction – India
If thorns exist not then no rose would be valued…
I guess this is life’s irony; what matters is that we keep walking no matter what..
Peace & Light
Ah, Mira dear – profound as always.
The world needs all the peace and light,
First flower I thought of was bottlebrush. In India, bottlebrush plants/trees are grown in gardens. Their leaves have a lovely fragrance which gets released on crushing the leaves with hands. Whether physically or metaphorically – get the brush so the lovely scent will trail along.
that’s the best kind of walk! This is an excellent reminder of where to put our focus 🙂
We all can do with walks like this – with the right focus. Luv and hugz, Eric 🙂
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