And after it’s over - there’s quiet.
Nothing but the clouds and sky.
They come. They go.
They fill the silence…and fly away into the fullness of the empty.
With Promise
I watched and waited for that sun to rise over those mountains.
My head knows - it happens every morning.
My heart cried - but it 's never looked and felt quite like this.
I didn’t realize that I’ve been holding my breath.
In one giant exhale.
We begin again with promise.
I Make A Wish
I look to the sky….I make a wish.
Some mornings - I’m not even sure what it is I’m wishing for.
A moment of quiet.
A day of peace.
A releasing of all that hope and energy into the universe.
A trust in the process and grand master plan.