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