I like quiet. And I love my Peace. I’m so Grateful to be at a place where I can quiet my own inner voice and the outside world long enough to meditate.
Cuz, for a long time, I just couldn’t.
Well, first my assumption on what meditation was based on what I had heard/saw and actually was only a small part of it.
Then there’s that whole thing of I wasn’t in the right space mentally.
I wasn’t there because I was too conflicted about myself and my identity, my partner, life etc. so that shit wasn’t happening!
Today, though 🙌 Nowadays.
I arise and give thanks.
To the sound of the raindrops leaving their essential footprints…
To the sound of:
Rufus Cappadocia’s “Lament ”
(pandora radio i still fuck with you! Ty for bringing me sounds/music/artists from places and genres I would otherwise not be so quick to explore)
It was a great feeling to wake up with such peace. To live in a home and in a hood that is filled with peace.
I can hear the rain. I see the trees dancing, swaying their branches at a rhythm only the Goddess herself could command.
Nature. Gaia. Goddess.
For this peace, I Am grateful 🙏
Hope this Saturday is treating you beautifully. Til next time lovelies.