In my window seat, perched above the valley, I see scattered farm lights. I sit here in the dark, window open. A stillness so deep, there is only a whisper in the bare limbs of the trees. Barking. A farm dog scent of fox.
The Dark.
Porch light casts a yellow glow, making beautiful shadow forms poised in contemplative silence. My heart races out beyond the confines of my skin. Consciousness swirls kaleidoscope in awareness of that larger Mind which is unfathomably deep.
Do I dance?
do I Sing?
This holy moment is a breath for me to fill my lungs with. A black mouth of time for me to kiss, because there is no separation–only longing. How can I Be other than weep for the delight and ecstasy of it.
Where are You?
what is outside your window?
I dare you-in this moment….
open
listen
close your eyes and hear
tell me what is there, in your place
Confessions of a Hedge Witch 
my life is full of wonderful activity of many kinds, but i hope to create a little more stillness soon… this reminder is gorgeous. thank you.
How wonderful for those rich and varied activities to come in the dark. I’ll meet you in that still place of breath–between the Stars.
love you!
I really miss that profound dark and silence afforded there in your cozy farmhouse. For me the stillness has entered when exploring new walking paths at work this week. Finding stillness in the light is more of a challenge. Some times I do miss my long night shifts in the dark. I’ve been noticing myself much less interesting in energetic media lately. No video wanted at all since coming back, and only classical or mellow music will do. Anything that smacks of noise is being quickly turned off. I feel a craving for a long night underneath the stars in the cold night air
May the silence continue to unfold, in rich and myriad ways.