reflections. of a traveler.

Say it with Flowers

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness.
If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love
– Stevie Wonder

Raise your words, not your your voice.
It is the rain that grows the flowers.
Not the Thunder.

It is not only the flowers that are wondrous.
Look closely.
The magic is inspiring. But one has to look.