Have you seen our Mother?

Do you smell the scent of our Mother? That intoxicating scent of cinnamon and gardenia flying from her skirts as she moves upon her sandy shores, leaving footprints of frankincense and myrrh. Aloes spring up in the wake of her footsteps. When it is dark we can still find our way by smelling her trail. Smell the cedar? Smell the pine? Smell the redwood? the jasmine, the lily the rose the Smell the sea?

Passionate Soul

Once she found her dream she followed it with all the passion in her soul. She spent considerable time searching calling digging sourcing and praying for her dream to come. She knew she had one there just seemed to be so much space between it and her. Sometimes she felt it nearby like a cloudy…