Grace and beauty
I slept in a little this morning, feeling like I needed it today – instead of the 5:30 wake up, I laid in bed through the bells chiming at 6 and finally got up at 6:15. When the dogs and I started around the bayou there was a blanket of grey cloud cover overhead and yet the tops of the houses were staged in this bright yellow light – it had the quality of an overexposed photograph. Loca and I went into the park and as we made our way around the bench where I do my morning meditation, three large white swans were entering the lagoon, one at a time they gracefully slid in the water and glided out towards the middle. I sat on the bench and they glided in front of me, all beauty and grace. Again I felt such joy in my heart I almost burst.
A man I see most mornings greeted me and said, “Aren’t the swans beautiful?