Fog

This morning I perched cross-legged in the open-window-seat,

as the cool air seeped in.

The steam rose and swirled  from my coffee,

and I listening to the heavy fog dripping from the leaves.

Polly jumped up & snuggled in my lap purring contently.

A gentle trill came from my neighbor's chickens just below,

and I find the way back to my beautiful faith.

"In silence we can hear our intuition speak.

But it can be difficult to find silence in the age of hyperconnectivity.

We must make it a priority to find the time to unplug

and create silence at least once a day.

All of the information and connection will still be there

when we return. 

A change happens when we learn to access stillness,

we start to crave the quiet in the midst of all the extrinsic

connection.

In stillness we find our balance."

be well...

xoxo

💝