Double Exposure

I am blessed to have several magnificent women in my life who are my Muses- and my dearest friends. They are both exceptional artists in their own right. Their beauty and wisdom has created an echo of love and truth in everything I do. When I am lost or awed, they are my wings. If I fall into time or am shaken by the wind, they remind me of the incantations that have followed me from world to world.

Rilke once said wrote that " I recognize the wrist of distant angels". My heavenly creatures live

too faraway from me at the moment. I cannot kiss their cheeks and or bring them flowers

from my garden. On this morning while I pray for inspiration to carry me through a day that requires the best of me, I send them both roses from my heart. Each petal is love bearing love. If you prefer figs or pomegranate's, pluck them from the sky- and feel me, feel me.