Clouds for stories.
Trees swaying in the breeze.
Home made dinner.
A good bottle of red.
Unspoken words.
Silence, except for soft music.
A little room to figure things out.
Love is happening.
Healing is happening.
Beauty is happening.
Because you don’t need to have it all be perfect, and healed,
to share your light.
We all have parts unfinished.
That’s what keeps us moving,
open,
and real.

Saravá …❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer