Posted on May 15 2017
HEART + HONEY NEWS
And in the hour when blooms unfurlthoughts of my loved one comes to me.The moths of evening whirlaround the snowball tree.Nothing now shouts or sings;one house only whispers, then hushes.Nestlings sleep beneath wings,like eyes beneath their lashes.Adapted from A Night Blooming JasmineBy Giovanni Pascoli
Posted on April 15 2017When I rise up, let me rise up joyful like a bird.When I fall, let me fall without regret like a leaf.Wendell Berry
Posted on March 15 2017"For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy."Pleasure XXIV, Kahlil Gibran
Posted on February 15 2017The month of February brings about the opportunity to enhance our connection with other...