We are never alone, even when we feel broken, when our solitude hurts, for there is always a remembered presence of a feeling from a moment when we were touched by another’s soul whose feathers, broken as they were, became a warm seed of healing inside us, almost as if, by being damaged, they released some essential matter, some essential magnetism which attracted the same from us.
And there you see, even in our painful solitude, we are never alone if we can pause to remember that soft touch of pain from broken wings.
The storm has passed leaving behind a kind of soft saturated wildness in the air on the leaves in the sky where the clouds, seeming unsure as to their purpose or their colour, melt along the horizon to reveal the blue, blue age of day.
Go to your windows and open them walk along your path and breathe open your heart and smile turn off your tech and feel the clean air smell the mulch taste the abscence of rain and watch as one after the other creatures fly about, crawl about under the blue, blue age of day.
Live in these moments breathe the peace stretch your mind and your body reach up, reach down reach all around. Now, watch as those whisps of breath drift to the trees to the earth and up to the blue, blue sky to create the rain of tomorrow’s peace for the coming new age of day.