|This one is from my archives. Pure stillness of the morning is palpable here.|
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
P is for, piety, purity :
I associate purity with the mornings. The calm quietude unadulterated yet with deafening noise of waking humanity. I always feel early morning time suffused with spiritual overtones. This is the time to converse with your inner self, to reflect and reach certain conclusions. Spoken words seem irrelevant.The potency of the silence outweighs the need for peripherals. The early hour stretches itself, undisturbed as it is from consuming externals. The unencumbered mind breaks the hitherto closed paths of the soul. Step out and breathe the pure scented air. Swathe yourself with the piety of the ambience. Be yourself. Give thanks for the precious joyful moments. Feel the aliveness of the hour, listening to the dawn chorus of the birds.
Let the mind grow wings of imagination. Break the shackles of inhibitions. Give free rein to ideas. Renew promises to yourself. Close your eyes. Meditate. Energize the spirit. Think of venturing into the unexplored. Prioritize.
The foundation for the day is laid. A well meaning beginning has been made.
This red purple bloom enlivens our back yard gratuitously. Last year's seeds remain in the soil and a plant is born, which grows and flowers in October.
This one is from the mountains. And is opening up.
Friends,welcome here as always.
Wednesday around the world
Out door Wednesday