The light is delicate tonight and the breezes cool. Someone not too far away is
listening to a soprano singing opera . The sounds drift faintly in the air as I watch the
evening light dance with with shadows before calling it a night .
It’s the sort of peaceful , summer night that soothes the soul and invites a restorative
rest .
New dreams are given space to arrive in the subtle , warm glow of the setting sun .
A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .
Where space for calmness and peace reside .
Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating
and soothed by breathing .
In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with
her shadows .
Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .
There is no freedom when our lives belong a to mad man with an assault rifle .
There is no freedom when our lives belong to law makers owned by corporations .
And there is no freedom when a child or a grandmother are savagely murdered for just living .
The blood stains our souls and breaks our spirits though apparently not enough to change our laws .
Now is the time has come and gone too many times .
Who we are has been made clear too many times for this false narrative to continue .
We make clear our desires when we vote and spend money . And then lie when we claim it is for the mighty light of freedom .
I assure you it is not .
Awake at four AM . So much so that making a hot cup of tea felt right .
Deep quiet and darkness seem to give space to other level thinking .
Now an hour later , deep darkness remains outside , and gradually the sounds of birds singing transform the quiet into a new day arriving .
A light fog draped among ancient trees and hanging in the air . It’s been several mornings in a row now and it feels like the custom . A bit of mystery and quietness into the start of the day like a mediation from nature as the grey mist lingers in the air .
Subtle hints of longer days and temperatures that are more inviting and even a few optimistic birds singing their morning hymns give way to cautious delight .
Deep , striking hues of color play with grey in the sky as the fog floats away . Dramatic splashes of red and fiery orange dance with light blue and the whiteness of clouds . It inspires dreams as much as rest .
A chill in the air , soft whites and grays and evergreens harmonize like a song of winter .
Quietness and light inviting and threading it’s way amongst old growth trees , carrying
the deep , soul enveloping sounds of an eagle’s call .
Melodious light transcends time and embraces the heart .
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