Breeze through my window
Chirping birds human voices
Sweet signals of hope
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Such sweet sounds, indeed.
Thanks, Dale. Seems like we may be turning a corner. At least for now.
Let us hope
🙂
Im loving listening to the birds singing every morning and yes it does bring hope.
Yes, Alison. 🙂
Light and joyful Ina. By the way I was reading through some of the quotes I keep written down in a notebook the other day and found a couple of yours from your book, about fallow periods and being where you’re supposed to be. I enjoyed reading them again.
Andrea, I’m touched that you were reading my posts on fallow” . On this day especially I need to be reminded that I am where I am supposed to be. Thank you. I hope you are well.
Lovely!
The birds have been especially rowdy here. I think they love the rain
Your birds sound like fun. There are two noisy Canada geese who live nearby but they are not early risers.