pausing on a snowy morning
Feb. 21st, 2011 08:02 am I see heavy flakes of snow falling
I hear the stillness of a holiday morning
I smell spiced tea
I touch my china mug and warm my hands
I taste cinnamon, orange and black tea
I know peace
Take time to savor the moment, just for a few breaths. Does it make your senses more acute? What surrounds you and touches your senses?
Moments like these are both ordinary and sacred. This is indeed the path of the Goddess.
I hear the stillness of a holiday morning
I smell spiced tea
I touch my china mug and warm my hands
I taste cinnamon, orange and black tea
I know peace
Take time to savor the moment, just for a few breaths. Does it make your senses more acute? What surrounds you and touches your senses?
Moments like these are both ordinary and sacred. This is indeed the path of the Goddess.