August 6, 2020

The morning rain brings her offering. Quenching endless days of the sun’s splendor. Hear the plants humming their songs of gratitude.

In the quiet space I open my hands and receive the blessings of refreshment. Cleanse me from calamity, wash away the unsettling of my heart.

Seated with my breath, the Lynx cat goddess comes and lies at my feet. She only partakes in her morning bath ritual when I give rise to movement and show her reverence.

Then slowly, she settles back in her posture. Her natural ability to rest received to me as a gift.