This dragging, colorless winter, coupled with months of certification studies in Esoteric Healing have left me panting at the vibrancy of Spring.
While studying in a waiting car, brushstrokes of pink sing seductive songs of whimsy.
Flirting April trees dance on a soft stage of green, all moving toward a grand finale.
Buttercups burst through the fleshy refuse of the Magnolia, a melange that stopped me in my tracks.
Posing for Constance McCloy in Okemos, Michigan, where we received our certifications in Esoteric healing. Hallelujuh, the winter is officially over, even though there’s still a chill in the air.