Peace is my mother. She abides within me. I am her child yet she lives in this Womb. Every morning. In her sacred Garden. She allows me to witness how she taught the flowers to open up. How she gave the rain the art of letting go. She says we are reflections of the same Light. That only by giving all of ourselves to her can she soften our blood back into water. Only then can vulnerability remind us we are natural behind these clothes... and nature grows things. - agape. photographer: Cloud10photography











