In My Atmosphere

A thoughtful aura hangs in my atmosphere today, an internal quietness. I sit deep inside my being, still and subdued. New moon tonight, so tiny in that huge black sky, another start, another cycle. May today bring us whatever we are in need of.

"We must have reasons for speech but we need none for silence." - Proverb

Almost Spring Equinox

A time for balance. Dark and light have the same weight. The fleeting moment that contains equal measure, we all have those. Scales balanced, equilibrium obtained, hold your breath. Time moves, light grows, darkness retreats until next time.

"To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach." - Havelock Ellis

No Trace of Yesterday

A beautiful morning. The Sun running like a tap filling my room with joy. No trace of yesterday here. Just the glorious now, laden with promises of tomorrow. Winter has retreated leaving the year to start again. March has redeemed itself. All is well.

"I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing." - Annie Dillard

Sunshine with Showers

Weaving sunshine with showers, grey sky and blue, melancholy and joy, the month marches on. Worries that come to nothing leave a slimy trail across my mind. Dragging a past laden with spikes opens old scars my delicate skin has not yet healed. Time moves on, seasons change.
This too will pass.

"Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday." - Author Unknown

Full Moon

There are strange feelings in the air, nuances so subtle as to almost go unnoticed. Sensitivity to the virtually imperceptable can unsettle me, with undercurrents that are tugging at my ankles beneath the smooth surface water of life. Full moon moves the tides, tomorrow things will be clearer.

"The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea." - Isak Dinesen

March

March has opened its door and I warily step inside. Strange feelings wrap my being of late, as though the dream world has sprung a leak and is seeping into my reality. Feelings change like weather, and my mists will surely lift as a fresh breeze blows through and the sunlight warms the air. Until then, I stand in the doorway and wait for March to roll out its road before me.

"Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do."
- Michel de Montaigne