I love the feeling of a warm mug within my hands. It’s a soothing, captivating reminder to take our measure slow.
To appreciate the sense of life’s much simpler things; to find the joy in a misty covered morn.
“I wake to sleep,” shares Roethke. “and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.”
The wild geese ascend against the pitch of wintered sky; and caring not for cause nor reason, rather their joy alone lends flight.
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤️
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