If petals were blessings I'd be in heaven. The cherry blossom across from us is shedding its petals and as I passed under it this morning I was caught in the face with a sweet soft drift of wet kisses.
Today I need kisses galore because I am hurting. My head hurts from not sleeping well, again. My heart hurts as I continue to grieve a few people places and things in my life that are no longer here. My health is playing hide and seek and I'm not finding the hiding places easily. I'm tired and weepy and when the weather turns gray and misty, my innate Celtic melancholy seems to lead me into sad and lonely places.
So thank you dear cherry blossom for your shower of love when I need it most.
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