Morning Meds; 11 2 21
We have seasons of sunshine and seasons of rain.
Times of winter cold when we huddle within, times of spring warmth and we grow again.
Forever we are in the midst of change.
To lift the weariness, we must renew our souls, for we are eternal, we never end.
Sometimes the only path open to us is to stop, breath and begin again.
Sometimes the only rest we find is when we listen for the quietness beyond our minds.