Beloved Flower Lover,
“Make me a cuppa” he said, “then come back to bed, we have not had our morning cuddle”
She brought the tray in with tea, toast and the flowers. She sighed. It felt good to be home again. She removed her big pink cuddly dressing gown and slippers. The one he loved that made her look like a dumpling. It was not sexy. Her breathe slowed down, right down. She was right in herself.
“Let’s create the world today”…”no where to go, nothing to do” He said. “What we are going to do today will bring peace and joy to the world”.
A sliver of clear sun light came through the curtains.
They snuggled all morning, neither leaving the house all day.
They manifested their deepest desires. They permitted the manifestation of the rich, abundant, flowering fabric of life. A declaration of clarity.
Slowed and softened into oneness. They kept breathing deeply, melting, surrendering. Fully opening their hearts once again. They let go of what no longer served them. They slept. Spirit sorted out the details. The simple flowers were their only silent observers.
They had stepped into who they were naturally made to be.
The London Flower Lover