Quiet warm air, thick with overdue confidence and the odor of spirit wafts in to trigger a change; the gift of this moment of remembering ME. MY power and peaceful calm as it permeates my pores and soul.
Gentle buzzings of appliances running and dripping deeply soothing songs gently tickling out a closed lip smile of contentedness in “the now” and shouting WAKE UP with unconditional love.
Dim light and solitude. A warehouse of thoughts. Time to rearrange the furniture and ask yourself if it ever really belonged in there in the first place. Make room for more warm air. Breathe.