64. THE WEAVING OF FLOWERS

Sometimes some little thing stands out in my memory...

Like Amy and her husband...

The love and respect two intelligent gentle people

Are capable of having for each other,

It's so very dear...

The photoshoot meant so much to both of them...

I had this huge basket for a prop

Big enough for her to sit in

They liked the idea

And decided to decorate it with flowers

So they picked it up that morning

And went off searching for flowers

But it was late in the summer

And the flowers seemed to have vanished from the land

Search as they would they found none

So they went to a flower store and bought some

And they sat together and wound the flowers into the wicker

I see them in my heart

Doing that I see their eyes the way

They communicated with each other

And with everyone.

I have often observed

That the way a man loves a woman

And the way a woman loves a man

Or the way any person loves another

In the precious bond of sacred sharing

Enables them then

To give a measure of that

To any other person they meet.

When we returned from doing the photography

She gave me one of the greatest hugs

I have ever received...

One I will never forget...