Seeing things

Seeing red flowers.
For the first time.

Seeing red flowers.
Everywhere. Seeing.

For the first time.

It’s amazing when you see something for the first time. It grabs at you and pulls you in, and you love everything that’s bright and wonderful and unique. Then you see it everywhere. Then you realise you’ve been seeing it for years and just never noticed. Sometimes you need a different heart to see things.

Afternoon Walks, Flowers, Gardens, Red

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Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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