every morning after my walk, our liquid breakfast, my instagram post and a few chores, i spend a few moments with a cup of tea and some quiet. it’s become one of my practices. one that i cherish and that makes a difference in my day.
i clear my mind and sit with the breeze and the birdsong. i go to that place that’s light, calm and joyful. no matter what. i usually end up writing a few words in one of my journals.
sometimes it’s just a word or 2, sometimes more. it's very spontaneous, nothing is forced. here are a few samples that i wanted to share.
“becoming empty, so i can be filled with love, light and possibility”
“honoring the morning with silence”
“we breathe the same air, the earth and i”
you get the idea. sometimes i try to use some words from my list of favorites,
“brushed by the feather of silence, lingering on the edge of delicate dissolve"
“melting into the moment…. awash in contentment, glittering with gratitude”
it's something so small and only takes a few minutes. but often afterwards, with a clear head, i have some wonderful creative brainstorms. practices are like that. over time, they can be pretty amazing.
tomorrow very early, after many delays, we will be on the road. i know i haven't been much of a blogger lately, just the ebb and flow i guess. anyway, thanks so much for stopping by!