Like a crystal chandelier in the palm of a gentle hand rests Hope.
She rises like the joyous expectation of a new mother,
Like a budding seedling in the spring;
with the dream of better tomorrows.
Hope is fragile,
fraught with yesterday’s disappointments
Suspended like a chandelier on a mere silver thread.
When Hope is crushed
Glass shards remain
piercing the skin, blood reminders of pain; pain and sorrow.
on the wings of a dawn
believing for a better tomorrow.
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Rest, rejuvenation and recover
~It is time to rest
Rose petals, lavender, cinnamon sugar, bubble bath.
What is it about rose petals that invite us to feel their softness and linger in their fragrance?
Fields of lavender evoke feelings of calm and tranquility.
Cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger for some bring memories of baking days and satisfied tummies.
Bubble bath relaxes and calms.
We each have our escape, our retreat and time to recoup.
At the end of a harrowing day what do you reach for? Do you escape in a movie or book? Do you reach for a glass of wine or mug of hot chocolate? Do you shut the door and rest in solitude or invite friends to party?
~Take time to rest