at others with new eyes.That flower you passed yesterday is not the same flower. However slight she has changed.
To see her with “old eyes”, to look at her through your mind, is to deny the flower & yourself of today’s beauty.
You, I, We … are the flowers ♥️
Your creativity and sexuality are of one source and so when we cut off our lives, our bodies from the waist down and deny our sensual, curious nature as human
In June 2013 1 was diagnosed with Grade 3 breast cancer. Like many women and mothers, the only coping mechanism I felt I had for something so huge was to
Giving up is never an option, when the fire in your belly won’t still and the song in your heart won’t silence. Something bigger than the doubting “little Miss Moo”
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