Dusk is the most perfect time of day...   The bees have done their work   The birds have temporarily ceased  their songs         The ripples in the bird bath have faded to just a stir     It feels as if the earth has just taken its last inhale of the day and let its breath out slowly and ever so silently..as though to say.  Ahhhh...all is well         Now the night can do the work it does while the sun   does its work somewhere else.         Rest will come knowing rhythms and cycles continue on            Day to night  Night to day   Nothing complicated....just simplicity...  and continuity   Be restful sweet friends   Jo      
"The soul is the truth of who we are." Marianne Williamson