Where Spirits Roam

Morning has come to pass, and the noon hour has me reflecting. I have already awoken twice today. Once with the morning sun greeting the day. Then after only a couple of hours, fatigue overtook me, my eyes could not fight the need to close for a few hours more.

I have a feeling unless something changes, today will be that kind of day where the spirit needs to recline and recoup. The kind of day where thought, flows aimlessly from here to there without rhyme or reason.

Nothing stressed, nor urgently awaiting attention. Just moments not kept by the clock. Moments unscheduled or accounted for, left to breathe freely or fall softly to the floor.

Have you experienced those days where the door between realms is left ajar for visitors from afar? A quiet peace is where serenity greets each memory. Some stay and linger, while others come and go…. flickering - “I`m here but I`m not but I`ll be back no need to wait.”

Tasks can wait for another day. Guilt and obligation can wait alongside too.

Today the spirit rests in the company of peace, tranquility and somewhere in the void. My essence needs slumber to take a visit back home.

There she`ll run free and feel the wind. There she`ll remember from where she came. Her cup runneth over and her heart set ablaze.

✨Be the Light