Like the white summer rose I stopped to smell in the evening air on my nightly trip to the corner shop, 2023 was the year I would bloom in darkness.
I would learn that no one else can do the holding for you, apart from God, who is not the absence of pain but rather who we turn to when we are in pain.
And I found Leeds Minster, having seen it from the window of a train bound for York before I moved here and promised myself I would visit one day. It would become my haven and my retreat in almost every season.
Through all the pain and all the tears, there were moments such as these.
I bought incense from an artisan crafts shop as I wandered around the Corn Exchange in a bid to stop smoking ~ if I couldn’t smoke at least the incense stick could ~ and I thought to myself, “Let this be the foundation upon which I build my life. Freedom on an afternoon, enough money to enjoy the day and to buy myself a little treat at the end. This is what I want, let this be it.”
Thank you, Summer of 2023, for all you did for me.
In Love&Light, FS XOX
These Seasons Of Mine🌷 
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