nature calls us back to ourselves

Outside my window in the dark of night is the sweetest lullaby, the most magical of orchestras bellowing out in perfect harmony.  Singing frogs intermittently spliced with the rhythmic chant of crickets.  Just weeks ago perfect silence descended upon this landscape that was blanketed by a depth of snow rarely seen here in April.  Now growth, life, vitality, emergence is fully underway. In the night’s stillness I am almost certain I can hear the grass growing and the flowers announcing their expectant blossom.  ​A short while ago I was keenly aware of my mind’s desire to race with a swirl of seemingly important thoughts, the kind that leave me in the same hopeless place I’ve traveled to a thousand plus times before.  Tonight the chorus outside my window beckoned me to slow my mind and listen.  Heeding it’s call I found myself again as it summoned me beyond mental stirrings into the quiet of my heart, like the quiet of night that produces such sweet melody.  I am distinctly aware that I can return to the thoughts tempting my attention.  I am likewise aware that to return to those thoughts is a choice.  No thank you.  Feeling grateful for her melodious call.

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