Today I should rest in the garden of Janu. To view her roses, how
their sight reveals radiant beauty. The aroma stimulates one's senses
to sheer tranquility. The soft velvet petals that summon the call to
touch. Weather I stay or go I have planted a seed not to change such
a garden but to bring more color upon it. Janu is by far the epitome
of overcoming fear, accepting what you can't change and believing in
oneself. Good for you Girl! One needn't be the last survivor to have
honor!