Follow the breeze
While away the hours
Feel the gentle kiss of the sun’s warmth on closed eyes
Notice the earthy scent from the primal garden
The lingering dew
The vanishing night
Reach out
Breathe in
Place your hand on your chest near your heart
Feel the beat
Feel the rise
Base your thoughts on the natural rhythm
New mornings are a special time
Shame they can’t last forever
Thanks, C.C. … I hope that you manage to! 🙂
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Oh yes… erm… that would certainly take things off in a different direction. I hadn’t realised I’d used ‘your’ three times in one sentence, Col, but with these Wordles, I just tend to type away – once I’ve got the initial train of thought going.
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I’m with you, once the path opens, I follow it. Nicely done,
Elizabeth
Thanks, Elizabeth. It seems more fun allowing the words to lead! 🙂
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That they are, Eugenia… although this week I could have done with them being just a little later! 🙂
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Yes, Isadora. A chance to start anew occurs every single morning should we wish to grasp it.
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The Mansionic Perspective 
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