It is early July, a Saturday, late afternoon... I'm lounging in my backyard by the waters edge under the umbrella of Cotton Woods, listening to nature's music as my being is caressed with the ebb and flow of summer and I'm consumed with emotion for indeed: I am blessed, I am thankful for my partner, family, comrades and friends... for my Soul Mates.
Taking time together. Chatting over tea, to laugh, to watch the sunset, look at the stars and gaze at the moon. Time, even, not to talk... to be still. Time so precious we feel driven to fill every available moment with conversation as if silence were a luxury we cannot afford.
From the ebb and flow of life, a few people are selected for us by fate. We never would have chosen these comrades - life chose them for us. Thrown together on this island of living, we stretch to understand each other and are invigorated by the stretching.
Then communication becomes communion and one is nourished as one never is by words for blessed is the influence of one fine, loving soul on another. Namaste... {The God in me speaks to the God in you…}
Taking time together. Chatting over tea, to laugh, to watch the sunset, look at the stars and gaze at the moon. Time, even, not to talk... to be still. Time so precious we feel driven to fill every available moment with conversation as if silence were a luxury we cannot afford.
From the ebb and flow of life, a few people are selected for us by fate. We never would have chosen these comrades - life chose them for us. Thrown together on this island of living, we stretch to understand each other and are invigorated by the stretching.
Then communication becomes communion and one is nourished as one never is by words for blessed is the influence of one fine, loving soul on another. Namaste... {The God in me speaks to the God in you…}
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