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 .
The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .
Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light
inspiring joy and a light heart .
Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling
in the deep , dark sky .
Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter
slumber and into new beginnings .
Happy Spring !
The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .
Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .
A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .
The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .
Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .
A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .
A dance with changing circumstances ,
a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once
again.
Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it
is transformed into the familiar .
A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think
the world views us .
It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .
Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .
Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments
of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is
real .
It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .
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