“Don’t you love the way when energy seeks you as you are? Speaks from a distance, speaks through signs, recognized through spirit and eyes; and maybe it appears for all, but you know that it’s for you—somehow, some way, whether or not you can explain?
Don’t you? I do.”
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She read the words and smiled, warmed of their speaking and their sign. Heart fluttered in gentle sweep like wind right then through air.
Maybe they were the same, but she believed that they were different.
She looked on world before her then and how gray and sodden of new day’s dawn brought greater vibrance and deep to the new spring greens, especially grasses over lawn and bodies of the daffodils, though gray-lavender of sky dampened the yellow-brilliance.
When sun restored, color-focus would inverse and it would be the yellow in radiance and the green that paled; and she thought how every moment, like every shade of sky, offered beauty and highlight of new-drawn focus and how it a matter of openness, and willingness, to see.
She saw it then in the new-spring greens made richer of the rain and cool gray-lavender sky.
What else would reveal? What else would show?
She didn’t know, but—open—she allowed life and light to lead.