All the leaves on the trees clap their hands.  They do that for me, for humans.  They soak up our breathing out and gift us with the purest fragrance of Her Majesty, Nature.

It is a good time here in this quiet space, silent time.  The clicking of the keys remind me I’m in the room, listening to the Presence.

Let me rest on this planet for more time and space.  Allowing the wonder of the earth flow through me, Divine starlight that I am.

That I would be so still to hear the giggles and gladness in the forest, even as I feel darkness as the path.

Bowing to the Sweet One, I join the audience.