I have been blown away recently by the blessing of words. They can rest us, galvanise, inspire, stop us plain in our tracks, tie us in knots for days and set us free. One of my dear blippers writes with such depth that I am often touched and moved by her words. Kindly she has allowed me to share her recent blip piece as follows:

I like how the blossomed boughs
Hang, like the hooped petticoat
Of a voluptuous woman
How the budding sprays
Sway, reaching for the light
Like a gossamer tutu
In a windswept waltz

Helen Dacosta

Words like this heal the soul, feed the soul, inspire the soul to live!

I laugh and I smile for there is much to inspire.

Love to all.