LEAH, UNFROZEN, CONTEMPLATES CRYSTALLINE IRISES!

Leah slips into her powder blue bathrobe. The sun is on the cusp of rising.

Slippered now, she steps out the front door to check on her irises.

Her eyes open wider. Her heart flies apart!

Are these irises hers? Or do they belong to her heavenly ancestors: Grandpa ANGELo and her dear father, Richard L. Ricci?

(This is the last photo I took of my dear Dad, Richard Louis Ricci, on August 6, 2019. Dad was pretending he was holding in his hands his brand new great grandaughter, DARLING LITTLE DANI, named for Mom, Dena Rotondo Ricci! She was born in a total of 18 minutes that morning!) 

Awe gee, we are so lucky to have so many family members on EARTH. And so many ANGEL ANCESTORS IN HEAVEN.

This morning, the ancestors are sharing, big time, as

LEAH IS STARING AT SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL SHE CAN HARDLY TAKE IT IN!

The irises are crystalized. CRYSTALLINE PURPLE! 

THE PETALS LOOK LIKE ICED PURPLE FLAMES.

She gasps. She holds her chest.

THE FLOWERS ARE AS FROZEN AS SHE WAS LAST FEBRUARY WHEN SHE STARTED TO WRITE THE BOOK,

HEAL LEAH LEAH HEAL

OR IS IT

LEAH HEAL HEAL LEAH?

NO MATTER

the book has a title page, and it can be morphed. Endlessly. 

That is the beauty of publishing the book on the blog. It is a fully fluid format.

AS FLUID AS SHE IS

FLUID

WARM AS SHE IS

TOTALLY UNFROZEN.

So complete

she feels

the heat of

happiness.

Her husband opens the door. "It's below freezing honey.  Aren't you cold? You've been out there for 40 minutes?"

SHE SMILES. Only 40?

HOW MANY MILLION MINUTES DO YOU NEED TO WITNESS AN IRIS MIRACLE?

She is FULLY WARMING BY INTERNAL PURPLE FLAMES.

"I'm watching the irises," she says, as if he doesn't know.

She keeps photographing them over and over again, in every pose imaginable.

Suddenly her sister in law Jo Kirsch calls. Leah is buying a Hindu "murti," a statue of the deity

SHIVA. And it was Jo who, two days ago, helped her figure out which one was her archetype.

She will give a fuller explanation in another chapter.

Meanwhile, this morning, which is Halloween, her irises have been blooming for nearly two weeks.

She's finished speaking. For now, she is resting in the wind of her heart.