Morning mist rises off the lake as the sun peeks through the trees. I’ve gotten up early to move a large pile of maple branches we cut several weeks ago before the heat of the day. Distracted by a hummingbird caressing a pink crape myrtle I follow her path till she’s jets straight up and I lose her in the leaves of a white oak. Early mornings have always been my best time to touch the internal light and energy or my inner “I”, and share in my spirits quiet peace. It is in these moments of quiet peace that I let go of the whirlwind and inch closer to understanding “Who am I”. Find a moment today to lose the whirlwind in your spirits quiet peace.
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