Meditation Morn
My Dreamscape Meanderings
Heavenly pass~time
I rose early the first morning at dawn, although I'm not sure if it was dawn really as Norway is after all the land of the midnight sun! Anyway it was an exceptional time to experience the fjords we were told so I crept out of the cabin, being careful not to disturb my sleeping partner and up onto the open deck. I was the first to appear, only the staff were out arranging the loungers. What a wonderful feeling almost alone on this massive liner feeling totally in awe of both my traveling home and the deep fjord waters we were slipping silently through.
I climbed up the stairs to the highest deck and stood in absolute amazement at the sheer beauty of this place, I thought I could hear some kind of faint mysterious musical notes, to this day I'm still not sure whether this was my imagination going into overdrive at the whole mystical experience or a distant melody carrying through on the air.....
Later after breakfas…
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Peace
x..x
Yes she will!
I love the tenderness of this whole story, the fall of the blossom that had become such a part of your self, such a steady, daily reminder of strength and vulnerability at the same time. Its fall and then resurrection, as it were, seems not only a rise of the life of the flower, but of your spirit and that of your mother whose birthday you are remembering. Your mother and mine were born a day apart. My mother's birthday is tomorrow. I lost her 6 years ago and still miss her terribly.
xo,
Noelle