Sunday, May 15, 2011
come sit my friend . . .
Ah dear friend . . . come into the garden and sit a bit with me. My senses speak to me of you today. I feel the unsettledness of your being. You have troubles on your mind, a heaviness in your heart and are feeling overwhelmed with life.
We can have some tea and enjoy the sun from under the shade tree. We can talk or we can just be. Let's gaze at the beautiful greenery and flowers. Listen to the birds chirping and feel the gentle breeze on our faces. Close our eyes and take in all of nature.
You are most always welcome to sit here, if I am home or not. You can sit and reflect, mediate or pray. For in the quiet stillness we often hear the best. And if you should want to talk, we will. There are no restrictions on what can transpire here. Because once you are my friend my home is your home. Let this be your safe haven from the chaos of the world.