Hot sun
Cool mornings,
Still air
Expansive skies.
Green light
Hurricanes
Sudden shifts

Cricket nights.
Night air,
Moving sounds
Vibrating air
Rhythmic beats,
of cycles, insects and time.

Those snippets describe my August. The breezes rise and fall. The stillness slows me, to a pause, to notice longer and listen deeper. Pause. Wonder, Pause, listen. Pause again. The occasional thickness in the air causes me to question, stumble into my shadow and doubt, and then, oh so easily, crumble.

Then, just as quickly the mood shifts. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves; the living moving air lifts my spirits, the passing shadow of a cloud transforms into a reminder of companionship and cooling comfort. The shining stars and planets remind me of, and reflect my light.

~Hot days and cricket nights~
~Quiet motion
~Rustling leaves
~Conversations on gentle breezes
~Motions slow to the pace of my heart.
~Believing in gentleness and love
~on the currents of the whispering wind.
~Reminding me of the truth of oneness,
~reflected in the lens of Nature's All.

I breathe, pause, listen and flow with the pace of my heart, once more