What colour is love?

Yesterday, I wandered around the valley in the welcome sunlight, listening to the birds and delighting in the emerging colour.

And pondering the question: where is the love that will not let us go?

KNOWING LOVE

Is love a colour, a scent or a tone;

can we remember its sound,

feel its presence in the

cracked places of our lives

when we’re shattered and dry?

Yet there’s a deeper knowing,

in ripples and sighs,

and the door only opens

gently, from the inside.

Here, my friend,

take the key. It is yours.

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story ??