a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts Continue reading Morning Meditation: A call unfamiliar
The autumn sun lights up foliage like tips of a candle flame, chartreuse globes sway in a warm Southern breeze, wind chimes tinkle a jazzy melody. All is peaceful when Mother is happy. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Autumn Light
Wind chimes serenade our walk around the garden, dogs sniffing under bushes and I watering and pinching plants, scent of rosemary, basil, mint, I bring fingertips to nose, inhaling the green of Earth Mother in a slowing of growth, a resting time before sleep. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Morning Ritual
The cool breath of autumn wafts through the screen door as minty fresh as your mouth after brushing. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Fresh
Looking up on a breezy almost-Autumn day, the grey half-moon hovers in an expanse of azure, a thumbprint from the hand of a pale blue dot. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Day Moon
the air is sticky as a licked stamp clouds the color of wartime mud water falls over slickend stone into a pool of yellow pock marked leaves and bits of twig, nature’s face is sobersided Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.22.13
