Day 649: Love and Blossoms

If you look carefully, you'll find secret blossoms doing surreptitious flowering from behind things. There's a fistful of them at the pond, peeking out from behind winter reaching branches. You have to sneak up to see them, like you do with fairies, but there they are. 

I've noticed rogue aromas too - there's a flowerying thing that does its smell at me when I cycle past it. It's one of those insignificant looking bushes that you think 'it can't be that', but it is. I imagine it smirking. I've seen flashes of yellow, and not just on daffodils. I've admired the fuzz of magnolia buds and their reachy faces lifted up to the sky. I've seen suggestions of pink and brazen displays of white on the bigger blossom trees. I won't say it's spring. My view over East London is still drily grey and industrial and the smoke and lights are the decoration, not the green of leaves. Still, there's life on the way. There's definite burgeoning. You can't knock that. 

Today, I'm in awe of Frea O'Brien and her numerology reading. I'm often a bit skeptical of such things, but I'd heard how excellent Frea was, and she outdid herself. She was astute and intuitive as well as totally knowing her stuff. I was moved to tears a few times and I am still chewing over it all with astonishment in me. Thank you, Frea.

I'm also reeling with gratitude at the wonderful conversations I've had with some beautiful friends over the last few days. I'm

grateful beyond all measure that we get to operate the way we do, and to laugh, and to love each other in all these situations. I have learnt so much and have so much still to learn. Bring it on, with love.