I didn’t think of the title, but it sure describes the core of nurturing a relationship–no matter what kind.  Us humans–ok, ME anyways–make assumptions, have hysterical invisible barriers to asking for what I’d want, terrified of speaking my feelings, doubtful of all that I am/feel/do.

It is just dips.  When it rains, it just rains.

So now that it has rained, the flowers glisten, birds reawaken with trills and spills of cascading ripples through the sweet air.

She restores and refreshes my soul.