The Moon and the spirits conclave are calling me. We’ll ‘talk’ tomorrow. Infinite Love.

I adore your silence even if it hurts, I sense your solitude and I sense its sorrow, I admire your balance which I may have unsettled, I love the feline autonomy of the Leo,  I love the Aussie citizen...

I am unable to ‘talk’ now; I am in an aquamarine cloud amidst the whirl of your archetypal energies. I can’t describe it…Infinite, Aquamarine Love. P.S. I abolish pink rose and...