My mom sent me a beautiful bouquet for my birthday with the hopes the flowers would last for a while. With a bit of care the blooms were still fragrant and lovely for more than a week. In removing a few of the spent stems I discovered that one mum revealed a heart as its center dried out. I was awed by the beauty that emerged through a natural process of change. I was moved the grace of my mothers love seem to be showing itself to the very end of vibrancy of this bloom. Grace continues to flow from contemplating the gift of my mother and her love.
Graceful Intersections 