How often do we sit within the silence, my loves – wanting not for expectancy, rather yielding instead to stillness?

Do we understand the value of its essence? Are we bold enough to hold it within our hands?

Be still and lean in; what does this moment wish to say? Is she sharing with you the fiery brushstrokes of ‘cardinal’ perched high upon the whitened Birch branch?

Walk with me along this path, my loves. Where crystalline waters meet moss covered stone, and the red fox waits for movement.

Walk until your muscles ache, and the path is no longer familiar. And, when labored breath pauses to remind you of presence – take a moment to cherish its blessing.

This cacophony of life waits for no one, my loves. Let it pass, let it go…let it be.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️