What colour is love?

Yesterday, I wandered around the valley in the welcome sunlight, listening to the birds and delighting in the emerging colour.

And pondering the question: where is the love that will not let us go?


Is love a colour, a scent or a tone;
can we remember its sound,
feel its presence in the
cracked places of our lives
when we’re shattered and dry?
Yet there’s a deeper knowing,  
in ripples and sighs,
and the door only opens
gently, from the inside.
Here, my friend,
take the key. It is yours.

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿