Bright blue sunshine, chirping birds and the faint sound of an airplane over head as a train whistles in the distance. Morning seems so quiet til I pay attention and hear the layers of activity that surround the start of a day. Writing practice carries me into a listening space and the subtle song of the muse and the holy. Words spill onto pages and a presence of mind, clarity and calm permeate my being.
Until the scent of coffee wafts in and the call of caffeine sparks a frenzy of noticing, again.
Writing Prompt: When I deeply listen, I can hear….