Breathing in kindness, breathing out judgment, breathing in openness and willingness (two of my favorites). Breathing in trust that I am guided at every turn. I just forget sometimes. Breathing to the bright sky, she’s a beauty and her trees stand taller reaching toward her light.
And soon I’ll belong to the night and I’ll stop and breathe for the moon, she takes me as I am. And as the night moon dreams, I am changed, molded seamlessly, effortlessly and surprisingly back to the still surface of a lake. Any turmoil of the day before is gone, as it eventually always is. Thoughts, feelings of the moment, those enjoyed, those not, they come and they go. They leave quietly and without warning, when a sliver of no judgment enters through a crack in the door, and we are awash and renewed again in its benevolent grace.
