Into the softness of sunshine on a spring morning.

Let yesterday’s rain make puddles on your skin and deep inside your knowingness you will begin to heal the bedrock of your soul.

Let the weather be what it will be. A feast of moods but you will lay down on the Johnson grass and clovers while the sugar gums sigh with joy.

The trees are dancing …remembering your heart desires in their roots and shoots .

Let the branches Touch the door of your longing and let it go.

The bees will

Come alongside the birds, squirrels and wind and release it all in good time.

Right now drink the rain in and let it flow to your heart and make way for the way forward.