It’s empty now. Pots at the ready, waiting. Space filled with thoughts that border a plan. There is a vision in this walkway between life, love and hope. The colors are coming.

Bless place and presence, bless loved ones, bless what is formed and unformed. And, blessed is the empty place when one is taken away, when seeing yields seeing into the not yet visible.

Blessed are possibility, imagination, the drama of design and the current that flows from mind to hand.

Blessed is what is yet to be designed by heart, soul and might. Blessed is the will to add beauty to what is beautiful.