While we at Littleflowers are off duty, convalescing by candlelight in the back bedroom with the moon calendar and the collection of favorite perfumes and the pill bottles and the blur of visitors and edge-of-survival-meets-ecstasy/dread and the elegant blue glass vase whose neck is so graceful and steep and who swells so boldly toward its bottom and the sponge baths and the symptom journal and the no appetite except for the relief of late night poetry and the mischievous glint off of the silver IV pole like the glint in the eye of an expectant dance partner to whom we must whisper not quite yet, why, you may be doing some smart holiday shopping right here.
Life alters, it does not stop. Grounding seasonal ritual, and our easy pleasure held in the hand or simply experienced with loved ones, and the filaments that bind these two elements need not break - even in the heart of the dark night.
Oh, and let's not forget the blessed Vicodin. Just for the time being . . . we all know what a natural girl I am at heart.
xoxoxox.n
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Healing is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.
from W.H. Auden
Hey sometimes we all must give in to the painkillers. It looks like your time is now. Take care. xo.
dear stephanie, dear oleander - thank you both with my heart.
xo
hi nicole,
I don't know exactly what you ae experiencing, but I send my heartfelt love and healing to you.
loving yout samples, especially "Sepia"- it's the ancient spice route, rich and beautiful.
love-Laurie (Velvet & Sweet Pea's)
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