When things don’t make sense
When everything spirals
When you are in the eye of the storm
Come back to the rhythms of nature
Look for the magic of the small things, the magic in the details
The magic is all around us
The magic is in the mystery
Come back to what is real
Come back to the moment
What do you hear?
What can you see?
The grasshoppers ducking for cover
The crickets singing their songs
My feet crunch crunch crunching along
Deep breathing, rhythmic and clear
A proud sparrow returning to her babies
Boasting a bountiful breakfast
The buzz of a 4-wheeler passing by
A smiling rancher waves good morning
His dog smiles, too.
The road is quiet in the distance, too early to be busy
Abundant irrigation ditches rush alongside me
Promising green fields and luscious lands
The neighbors sprinklers dutifully saturating the grass
Peepers peeping in the cattails
Doves wings waving goodbye
Three horses quietly watch me on my way, serene and peaceful.
These rhythms are all around us
Soothing to the soul
Patience, sweet human. Patience.
It won't always feel this way.
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