the sanctuary

where mind over matter meets soul before flesh

Dear Mothers

Delightful beings with souls of gold guarding treasures of their images ripe and bold. To the bosoms we did lay, to their hearts embedded shall we stay. Masterpieces Da Vinci, he himself could not paint an image to define. A work of God, thus more refined. Precious mentors and lovely doves who have given us wings to soar with such unconditional love. Be our muses and inspire us in many ways… If only every day were Mother’s Day.