Everyday Enchantment

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This past Sunday was another day of grace. It did not start that way, but the flow kicked in with my morning walk. There is something extra amazing that emerges in early Summer, especially in the mornings. I find myself walking lately and I am back in Pendle Hill, on the verge of a mystical opening. I feel the warm breeze, bright sun, low humidity, and the sparkles appear inside my soul. It dawned on me the other day that I met James at the end of June, but frankly he has not been on my mind of late. I wish I could bottle the essence of what I felt, but I imagine that these experiences are not meant to be contained.

So after the walk, I go out into the world. I get an egg sandwich and it is so yummy; this seemingly pedestrian sandwich was divine. Sometimes…

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Author: dreamweaver333

I love to listen to the whispering of spirit.

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