The Quiet Of Morning

Outside the open window

The morning air is all awash with angels.

Richard Wilbur

Hello, Lovelies.

Mornings here at the farm are a quiet affair.

The sunlight slants golden fingers that edge out the darkness and soften the gloom of dawn until you can make out the shapes of trees and cows.

Birds call to each other. Quietly. They don’t just burst into song. They gently shake out their feathers and only when the sun rises above the horizon do they start to sing.

It’s a time for thinking, and for connection with the land, and with the Universal energies that you might call God.

It’s a time for writing, and making pots of tea. It’s a time for dreaming and planning and imagination.

It’s a time for gentle walks to visit the trees and the river and the vegetable gardens.

I love mornings here at my farm. I wish you were here to share the magic with me, but know I sent you love and healing in my morning meditation. Go gently today, and treat yourself with kindness.

Nicole xx

Hi! I'm Nicole Cody. I am a writer, psychic, metaphysical teacher and organic farmer. I love to read, cook, walk on the beach, dance in the rain and grow things. Sometimes, to entertain my cows, I dance in my gumboots. Gumboot dancing is very under-rated.
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