July Twenty-Two

Published on 22 July 2025 at 08:45

Tuesday, July 22, 2025, 56.1* 0723

     Outside, I am home. I should have been a wanderer living in a tent. Oh, the birds this morning, if we could see them, colors more splendid than any stained-glass scene. As Enya sang, “It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing?” Though I try to capture an image each morning, though I try to see every detail, some things remain unseen. I have no control as my spirit soars. There is no intended ritual in seeing, only holy moments echoing to a child of the Master remembering.

     A prayer before I get out of bed continues while I’m dressing, thanking Mother, Father, God, Goddess, Angels, Ancestors, Guardians, Guides and Trees for keeping us safe through the night, for opening our eyes. A prayer without ending, a conversation continuing all day and into dreams.

Morning not a beginning; a mirror of our divine shining.

 

Clip: Merlin App