Good morning cyberspace. Up bright and early today to begin a dedicated forty day routine of practice, joining with people across the globe in the Winter Feast for the Soul. Lots of people will be meditating or doing spiritual practice, including 4 minutes a day for kids, each day. I'm hoping that putting my energy into this time will give me a good foundation for my practice the rest of the year and also that along with other people's intention I might help to bring more peace into others' lives and my own.
A rainy, misty morning with some intense waves crashing against the prom. I'm going down to co-op in a sec to get The Cornishman (hopefully he wont get me back) to see if there's any new jobs and check the classifieds for a new mountain/road bike. My last one was stolen from the bottom of Causeway Head, which was nice. I'm getting some waterproofs and gloves to do some flower picking near Long Rock next week if it's on.
On the topic of waves, I thought I would post the lyrics from the last song I wrote, 'Waves'. Written when winter was just taking over from autumn, just over a year ago. It hasn't got a lot to it without the music, but you should get the gist.
Say hello to the trees
They are here for you
Feel the warmth of the winter breeze
It knows you
I saw the last leaves fall to the ground
And the earth welcoming
I heard the last cry of the night owl
As she spread her wings
The waves will come
And wash away autumn tears
They are here for you
Feel the warmth of the winter breeze
It knows you
I saw the last leaves fall to the ground
And the earth welcoming
I heard the last cry of the night owl
As she spread her wings
The waves will come
And wash away autumn tears
1 comment:
Dear Theo,
Love the song lyrics.
Indeed waves will wash away tears, each drop returning to the source.
I hope you're well.
All the best, Elrond
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