As the hawk watches us from the tree, letting the forest creatures know we are in their territory, I say to my friend, if only he would fly from the tree, I turned back to him and what do I see..The hawk seemed to have heard me.
From Anita’s garden to her mom. For the memory of a beautiful soul who’s journey moved on. Her soul’s energy took a path away from the body that was not healthy anymore. Her spirit energy is around the rose moved from Anita’s to her mothers garden.