SPIRITUALITY, WRITING

Flowers in Her Hair

๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒŽโœจ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ„๐ŸEily Nash๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ•ธ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฌ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ’ฆ๐ŸŒˆโญ๏ธ

 

Her feet were bare, flowers adorned her hair.

Kissed by the sun & the soft touch of sweet summer rain, she stepped out of her black velvet cloak to dance sky clad in fields of green and crops of gold.

Gaiaโ€™s child chanted Her words of power, with a heart flowing with gratitude for the bounty of the land and the gift of life,ย for the Great Mother had showed her the secrets, wonder and beauty of the Earth.

A canticle of praise flowed from her lips to God in His heavens above.The Father’s benediction spread across skies of blue and fell upon her and all his holy creation below and those who follow ancient paths and the ways of old. โœจBlessed Beโœจ

As Above, So Below.

 

๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒœ

 

 

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