I have realized my mortality! I have told my story! Have I found peace? Sporadically, in acceptance that I am divided in my belief in whether the earth is on its way to a new ice age, or on the contrary.

Finding peace is the same as allowing it . Am I not allowed to drop the fight, surrender to my flower life, and drink nectar?

my head is
openly filled with cells
a beehive

Mona Larsen