Friday, April 24, 2020

A Moment of Meditation

I found a quiet spot to sit among the trees.  As the sun warmed my face, I closed my eyes and listened to the gentle wind singing through the pines. At one point clouds made shadows and brought a light, brief sprinkle, washing the air with the sweet freshness that follows rain. The pungent smell of the pine needles reminded me how much I love the landscape here.

With all that is happening in the world at large, I am blessed to be sheltering in place in these peaceful surroundings.

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