Day 4

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….

Writing Prompt:

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