The spirits love to bathe themselves in the water of flowers. So I wander down river and pour my heart forth in gratitude. I offer the petals of my deep love, and the budding essence of this sacred heart. And I blow smoke of mapacho into the cool air and watch these prayers rise into beauty. As sweet flakes of snow drift upon my smiling soul, I am reminded yet again of the depth of this existence. The amount of times I come down to this very place by the river, and lay my heart upon the earth, and tune into the beating rhythm beneath this skin, its always different. Its always a different letting go, another part of this story unfolding and bending like the rivers pathway. I have come here to weep tears, and shed away the pain. I have come here in total ecstasy, bowing in such a sacred love, in unity with beloved. And today I have come in a different light once again, one of surrender, one of unknowing, one of contentment and sweet comfort. This snow has brought with it a story of this sacred dream I so often forget, the part of me that loves so strongly the cold winter days. So these flowers are for the spirits that dance these cycles round and round, those that bring the sparkles from the sand to the snow, those that travel on this breath of smoke. This prayer is from the serenity and peace and self love and sacredness this winter has on offer. This prayer of gratitude. I love you.