My Visual diary 💛| Spring Garden🪻 🌷 | Slow peaceful Teatime 🫖 | Flower fairy Art 🎨

When you finally realise that Joy is less fireworks, more firefly, less orchestra, more birdsong, she will come back much more often. But Joy will not fight with the fast pace of this life. She is not in the shiny or the new. She breathes in the basic, simmers in the simple, and dances in the daily to and fro. Joy has been beckoning you for many a year, my friend. You were just too busy doing to see. The very next time Joy grabs her quiet warmth around you, as the garden embraces your weary body in its wildness, tip for a nod, she doesn't stay long. But if you are her gracious host, Joy comes back. In this way, let me be your friend. My heart's open wide. We can live here. We can die. There's nothing to fear if you try. I was lost in the woods, under dust, and the fairies found me. They let, they cleared the way to my heart. Under the skin, I had fainted. And they carried me. They cleared the way to my heart. Thank you to my rescue. Thank you.