Summer has past.
Seeds have long flown from the pods of my heart... My prayers in the wind.
I feel Autumn rolling in.
Like the golden hour of each day.
Peaceful, grounded, and still.
A little more cozy.
Celebrations of fruition already here and more to come soon.
The pod, empty, is both beautiful and uncertain.
What will gather and fill here in my heart and prayers next?
For the moment the space, the stillness, the receiving is heavenly.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
Summer has past.
Seeds have long flown from the pods of my heart... My prayers in the wind.
I feel Autumn rolling in.
Like the golden hour of each day.
Peaceful, grounded, and still.
A little more cozy.
Celebrations of fruition already here and more to come soon.
The pod, empty, is both beautiful and uncertain.
What will gather and fill here in my heart and prayers next?
For the moment the space, the stillness, the receiving is heavenly.
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