Dawn, October 29, 2018
I hear the heartbeat of Mother Earth.
Last night a buttery Moon was shining thru drifting clouds against a navy blue sky. Casting a reddish glow around it into purple. It looked like a moon you imagine for Halloween, only beautiful instead of scary.
Taking it all in on the balcony in silence, I became conscious of the living moment. The waves in their rhythm and wind joined in sympathy, together sounded like the living song of the Mother’s heart.
Now that I know it, I can imagine a song of a different arrangement I can listen for when I get back home. In the Pacific Northwest I imagine wind singing through the trees.
What a miracle to hear the song so clearly so I can always remember it is always playing wherever we are when we turn our thoughts to Mother Earth.
So was human…
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