“There is only so long that a person can keep her enthusiasm locked away within her heart before she longs to share it with a fellow soul, and Alma had many decades of thoughts much overdue for sharing.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things
He had a quietness that listened, and eyes that seemed to see—even when she believed nothing shown and offered nothing said; and in his way of being, she felt a peace.
From her own quietness, reserved and guarded heart, sharing and signs began.
Like budding bloom, swell without revelation, she began—hintings to loveliness of spirit—and in welcome of his rays and warmth, she opened; colors of spirit revealing forth, delicacy, details, essence of her making and creation.
She shared as she’d never imagined, believed she ever would, and she witnessed his own spirit answer; revelations of the same like dream-world when first-told bloom begets cascade of colors across boughs and earth beneath.
Every spirit has its season, window of revelation and expression; and by his quiet warmth, her blossom-heart became.