Many of us have seeds buried within us that are longing to have water, hoping to be unearthed, waiting to share their fragrant scent. Creativity is born from the smallest of seeds. If we can nurture our dreams…

    The rain's perfume filled my room the morning light had a hint of grey,  My husband's steps downstairs were soft my bed was my vehicle of healing this cold. I rolled over, pulled the blanket over my head…