The light comes. All is silence in this moment. The storm is passed.
I think of all the people writing these days, all the ones with books, all the postings on blogs and I see this as a wonderful sharing, a new version of the coffee klatch.
May your day bring you writing and reading of other's and yourself.
I seem to have caught a cold, just like that. It arrived last night with the rain, so my nose is dripping, throat is thick and head is heavy, and I notice the increased moisture in myself as I pause often to blow my nose, a little storm in itself.
We have a huge egg at the front entry. It has held always held a plant, but yesterday I removed the plant, and placed a pillow inside and set a tiny purple treasure chest with teeny-tiny flying pigs painted outside onto the pillow. When I open the treasure chest, I receive inspiration and messages of love and trust. May your day be as richly pleasured as mine.
