Elements of Will

(Listen to some nightly croaking for enhanced reading pleasure.)

It is 9:43 p.m.

The toads are singing outside of the opened window.

I call this The Toad’s Lullaby.

My World has faded to dusk.

Soothing Summer approaches this part of the Earth.

Peaceful sounds shatter the noise from the outside. They also shatter the noise from the inside.

Agitated feelings are simmering within me. I am uncertain of its source.

I rely on the evidence that I rarely feel perfect. I have felt moments of perfection when Unity occurs.

I disconnect from the day to connect with self.

I enhance the volume for The Toad’s Lullaby.

I allow myself this Space.

Be well.