The light streams in on the floor, dancing dust motes tinkling in its gaze. Twirling and swirling in the glorious silence. There is nothing. Or is there? Paying attention brings the gulls in first. Off in the distance, exultant cries tell tales of low tides and rich pickings. The cicadas follow, their sibilant hum setting a clear frequency to cut and release, cut and release - they are dislodging the last of summer. Stridently sending it on its way, a few more long days of sunshine and then it will be gone. The temperature has dropped. Last night was all about being covered. The cooler air today seems to aid thought processes. The clock ticks, the fridge whirrs. And now there are school children on break time. A truck rumbling by and a few cars to help with the life hum. Further out, construction clangs, diggers and drop saws intrude. The breeze just murmurs. After last nights crazy wind, violently whipping the curtains and howling round the house - this is peace. Take a moment to tune to all the sounds in your space, hear them, picture them, then retreat back out and let them go. Listen to the silence of your body. I am. I am. I am. All these external things have only the importance I attach to them. I am. I am. I am. Breathe and allow the stillness to centre you.
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