The number eighteen is smack in the center of Marissa’s series of an orchid’s blooms. Yet, instead of looking middle-aged, these sibling beauties are more like young teenagers going on their first dates. Each will witness the other’s effort and shocking velocity, the triumphs and tragedies. As humans going through their own version, the comfort is in seeking nature’s wisdom on cycles, embodying joy like a full tilt blossom, even in troubled times, and continuing to go out on the town of life.
It is my firm belief that beauty becomes much more pronounced and full tilt as one ages. I love the beauty of this post.