shhhh
Truth be told, I stare out that window a lot. Thinking about everything. Or nothing. I hmmm. I question. I lose myself in the quietness of the still.
shhhh.
Eventually and always I do. I will. And I find it incredibly hard to explain why. The pull, the voice, the gentle magic of a subtle calling coaxes me back into it’s comfort every. single. time.
shhhh.
And in the center of that beautiful circle is exactly where I try to be. It ain’t always easy, but practice most definitely makes perfect
shhhh.
Yes. It’s easy. It’s hard. It’s me.
And I must.
shhhh.
♥