Listen for the Song of Your Soul

Good morning from… by the brook♡
There was quite a stir this morning which gave me a bit of a scare. Mama number 3 and her 5 littles were enjoying a leisurely swim, staying tightly woven together like a small raft slowly floating from here to there. As I looked down at my notepad, I heard a loud swish! Looking up, four littles had quickly shot across the water into the shallow area and Mama had flown ashore. I quickly stood up, as I only counted 4 littles. “Where is number 5,” I kept repeating out loud. Mama quickly waddled back toward the brook from where she had flown, she was looking for Little number 5. I scanned the water afraid of what I might see; there has been a large snapping turtle frequenting this space. Moments later Little number 5 came waddling up the Brook’s bank. Thank goodness♡
I love the mornings that I am able to sit and write to you. These are the mornings that life is moving at a calmer pace. When I can clearly hear the soothing sounds of creation, not only outside my window and down by the brook, but also within. The beating of my heart, the rhythm of my breath as it moves into my body and then out again. These are the mornings that I can most clearly hear the song of my soul. It becomes difficult to sort out what internal feelings are mine versus all the external action around me. It becomes an overload for the nervous system the senses become so heightened they tune out the quiet beauty and joy of everyday. So today I celebrate the calm of this morning and that Little number 5 is safely ashore♡
May you find some calm and quiet today so you can clearly hear the song of your soul♡
Sending my love, as always,
Maureen♡

The Rising Truth

Every morning I open the curtains to watch the sun slowly make its appearance, as it peaks through the branches of the very tall trees that line the bank of the brook. Its beams give an iridescent glow to everything in its path, nothing but beauty abounds♡ Some mornings I open the curtains and there is no warm iridescent glow, just shades of gray, shadows everywhere I look. My common sense tells me that the sun has indeed risen, but all I can see is the grayness. On those days I long… almost in anguish to be doused in iridescent beams. But I have noticed if I just breath a little deeper and look straight into the dark shadows, shards of light begin to appear. For it’s deep within the dark dreary gray shadows that you will find the truth. A truth that will rise within you, gifting you your very own eternal iridescent glow morning, noon, and night.
Sending my love,
Maureen