She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, she said
As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay
And you wouldn’t want me any other way
– Richard John Thompson
Caught some bees flying around the flowers in the pollinator cooridor today.
Reminds me of this beautiful song I heard recently.
“As long as there’s no price on love, I’ll stay.” – something about this line feels so noble and precious. Not sure the songwriter meant it this way or not but it inspires me to love more deeply and freely and grateful for the love in my life given freely.