to be true I must sit . . . and so I sit . . . it's become grace beyond measure . . . colors are brighter, birdsong more melodious, fragrances more poignant, my heart more expansive, my mind the swifter to pierce truth . . . and so I sit . . . our quiet connects us!
I suppose your comments may have been waiting for the 'just right time'. So often they are spot on.
I am grateful for You, for our heart connection, and I am grateful for your presence here. I am diving in to the deep that is quiet. I'll meet you there.
My comments keep not reaching you . . .
ReplyDeleteto be true I must sit . . . and so I sit . . . it's become grace beyond measure . . . colors are brighter, birdsong more melodious, fragrances more poignant, my heart more expansive, my mind the swifter to pierce truth . . . and so I sit . . . our quiet connects us!
Dear Friend,
ReplyDeleteI suppose your comments may have been waiting for the 'just right time'. So often they are spot on.
I am grateful for You, for our heart connection, and I am grateful for your presence here. I am diving in to the deep that is quiet. I'll meet you there.
Jenny