A garden of rest and peacefulness,
of muted colour and quiet beauty.
There I thought of my friend,
for love and protection.
Wild, white heather
grows over the final resting places of fairies,
the old Celts say.
bring blessings of protection for
Heather, my friend,
who has lately known illness,
for beauty and solitude and admiration.
I thought how I admired Heather, this friend of mine,
who is wise and close to the earth and its mysteries.
How she loves the solitude of bush and sea.
Five cone wishes for Heather
health and wealth,
of happiness and love
and one for the
abiding peacefulness of personal bliss.
The boat of the First Nations people,
looked ready and waiting for the next long journey..
waiting for water
and a willing crew.
my walk through this
Garden of Heather
magically turned out to be
a gift of remembering
for a friend,
full of blessings and love.
A gift to you..