the mist lifts, the quiet fills the air.
the day lingers,
the grasses commune
the birds buzz
the gardens green

I linger with them, sitting on my stoop, early in the morning, pondering the day, watching the world around me imbue themselves with the gentleness of June.

A red-eye vireo has been insistent for love, singing increasingly loudly behind the yurt. I pause my pen to listen, just now. As I did so, I caught the path of his trail flying overhead, to a new location. The song he sings is fainter now, coming from the deer yard. I hope this shift in perspective helps him find his mate.

The days approach solstice and most birds are quiet now, already sitting on their nests.

All of us, in our winter emergings, have been dreaming of sunny days, and gentle breezes moving gently across our skin. Maybe today is the day.
A day to stand still with the sun.
To pause and listen to the heartbeat of the cosmos.
To feel tender whispers against our skin.

Quiet ~

Whether it is summer or winter where we are, where ever we are,
perhaps we can all pause and welcome the peace of the day, letting it flow through us, welcoming the peace as a blessing designed just for you, receiving the rare gifts of Sophia, gentleness, quiet and stillness

This gift pours on us as light and plasma, color and wave. It flows into our pores, cells and soul, filling us with the beat of the our soul. From moment to moment, in this space of liminal non-time, receive.

~ Solstice ~

♥