This morning I enjoyed my coffee pause up on the terrace. Spring has arrived and I can feel its gentle warmth and the fragrance of the myriad of freshly bloomed freesias I planted over two decades ago. For as long as I can remember, I have loved sinking my fingers into the earth, digging, planting and rejoicing in its fruits. It's like feeling its vitality, the strength with which nature shows us its perpetual divine renewal. Indeed, there are a multitude of human, earthly languages, in which we also find traces of a spiritual essence.

By the way, it is a pleasure to dedicate this small bouquet to you all 💐