Dearest Sandra,
Gold flows through our blood.
Beauty rides your brow balanced with Libra in sun.
Infinite time before us.
We are all orbs of light as Grandmother moon reflects.
An honour to be your big sis on earth in this life.
You have opened eyes to a thousand curiosities with your art.
Olive greatness grows in your garden, Venus among her flowers.
Saints and blue Madonnas happy to observe monastic silence, twirling your hair in contemplation.
A crystal thrown, a circle cast in the winter.
Ripples of gratitude in sharing your passion for swimming in the flowing currents of the deep blue oceans.
Shades of rock in full day light
Little Rock people floodlit in the great procession, filmed and decorated in style with garlands of laurel leaves of transformation.
Call me whenever you need.
I am here for you always and we will gallop together like wild horses.
Big love
Tina x
