Weaving

Posted on April 14, 2018 by eteal

The scent of jasmine fills my nose,

But it doesn’t match the

Purple blooms that fill my eyes.

.

Friendship fills my ears and my heart.

I sit and watch the world weaving itself together.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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