So many blogging friends have become dear to me.
We meet serendipitously via the unseen magical threads
formed by the unfathomable number of 1's & 0's
through this amazing internet of ours.
Its a magic web...
spun around this globe of ours...
which carries our best wishes, our words, our hearts,
our dreams and hopes...
back and forth to each other,
criss-crossing many times each day,
until each message reaches its intended owner.
The women I've met since beginning my blog
just 10 short months ago are amazing to me.
I 've discovered that I have friends from all over the USA,
Australia, Canada, France, England...
Netherlands, Marrakesh, Sweden...
Oh, I can't name all the corners,
the list is too long.
Not long ago I met Anna
An amazing, strong, and cheerful girl!
I go to her blog... thinking to lend a little support,
but I always come away with the opposite...
having received her support instead!
How does that happen?
I don't know, but its magic!
Anna has "the touch"
she's a wonderful photographer and wordsmith.
I share a common interest with her...
a love for the Language of Flowers.
Did you know that flowers have a language all their own?
and so today I am sending a little bouquet from my garden
(via this magical thread of 1's & 0's)
If I could walk across the way and hand it to you myself Anna,
I certainly would!
But since you live in Ontario, Canada
and I live in California, USA
it will have to be a "virtual bouquet"
(though it sits in real life on my dinning table)
with a big Hug of Support
as you move ahead in strength and peace!
Red Rose - for all that is "Pure and Lovely"Hugs,
And to all my blogging friends,
If per chance you find that your wings feel a bit tattered today,
and take pride in the fact,
that this is because of their vigorous use!
They have not sat idly on your back,
or been protected from the ravages of the wind.
No, they've carried you safely through life thus far,
the shimmering evidence of life's best activities.
They've been exercised against stiff winds,
and carried you past to the safety of gentle breezes.
They've been tinged by the heat of a flame here and there,
that you may have grazed on your way home.
Their ragged edges are the vestiges of time well spent...
helping and being involved with others...
a token of a busy life.
Wear them proudly
Wrap them around you
Snuggle against them
They carry you onward,
made stronger each day by use
always more use~