Lusciously pink and rather pretty

When all the world’s a stage.

And the individual and collective self-coaching that gave rise to it.

Also not your typical steps.

And it’s luscious surroundings to uplift a weary heart.

All fluff..not a drop on my salty, dewy shoulders.

When the day begs the night for mercy love.

Is what you’ll encounter when you ask me for any advice…it will always start with let’s hop on a plane.

That life only whispers where peace is invited to return.

Beatified and now framed in someone’s first home.