Have you ever met a Goddess?
I’ve actually met several during my lifetime. All of them have invited me into their hearts, but this one invited me into her home. And garden.
It’s best that you don’t say no to a Goddess, nor do you want to, so I said a resounding yes!
You may know this lovely vision as Sandi Howell. I call her Victoria. Somehow the name suits her.
Although Sandi had invited other guests, Lynda and Bobbie, she called me Queen for the Day and treated me like royalty. I loved the honor and giggled daylong.
Goddesses always start the day with a flourish, a bit of ambrosia and then retreat to the enchantment of their garden.
So we followed her lead; we flourished, we ate ambrosia and retreated to her enchanted garden.
But lest you confuse a Goddess with a Princess, even though I was a Queen, it is birds that follow princesses, tweeting and chirping and acting like lovesick school girls. And it is every creature that follows a Goddess in hopes of giving her sweet adoration and kisses.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the four of us got out our water-colors and painted!