Recently, I spent some time with my sister in a Melbourne
Rehabilitation Centre. I sat with her for a few days but while
she rested, I had some fresh-air R&R and walked around the
outside of the facility breathing in the green energy of the trees
and feasting my eyes on the general vegetation.
Most people coming and going passed these lovely irises with
unseeing eyes . .
.
they bloomed regardless of the visitors or inmates, just glorying
in their own beauty and freedom to be.
To my troubled soul they provided balm . . .
If I can manage it, I will show you some more next week.
