Blog Entry
My cherry tree speaks to me. She smells so sweet of women ripe with child, of a lovers kiss, a spring breeze on a child's face, of hope, and of change. She tells me to be kind to myself and see that, she too, dwells inside me, is a part of me. She wants me to feel my beauty the same way I feel hers in bloom, in the winter covered in snow, bare with no adornments, and in full blossom. She wants me to feel the beauty in others the same way...with no regard for their false pretenses or defensive mechanisms. To see as deep inside as to find their cherry tree sweet and full, bare, irredescent with snow. If you choose you can smell the sweetness of your beauty in blossom mingling with those that surround you. If you choose.