In the days of Long’mer, when the sun set later than now, and the early morning songs brought forth a breath of newness to gladden the day, we knew the end was near. We knew our world was moving on. To something newer and grander than so far we had had the joy to know, to experience, to express. So we spent those days and hours celebrating how far we had journeyed in our troth with others. We knew that we would sleep this eve and in the new morn wake brand new. Something different in the moments in-between was being brought forth from our hearts and our breathing. Time stood still. Doors opened wide. Life stepped out and stepped right back again. In that in-between all was discovered. All was perfected. All was understood. Life moved on. The dance continued. Yet did not. It ended. Yet did not. It began anew. Yet did not. It was all so still. Stillness. Depth. Well.
Well being. Came. Comes always. No matter the lengths and breadths we go. No matter how grand, nor how small.
We stand on this threshhold now. Awareness is the key.
Let the mists speak well to you, bring wisdom to you. Acknowledge the wise you are, the mists you know, and the ones yet to be.
Freedom sails beckon. Christ lights descend again. New bright arrives. The life you were born to and for roars into being once more, stands before you, ready to soar. Wings well lit. Grace becoming. Songs understood.
The time is now. It is always now. We have forgotten that. Open that time well. Let the remembrances come flooding in. Embrace all of everything. Peace is. Simply that. Peace is.
You do well. As do we.
Peace be with you.