being alone and silent sometimes

Pale purple petals on a flower that I don't know 

a striking sort of loveliness in a light drizzling rain 

a morning in late spring

Sometimes the Light inside of me is so strong and bright that even the stones have voices. Life opens up like a present, like a gift, and so it is. Listen to the wind, and listen to the birds, for they understand the wind. Unwrap the gift. Is this too fast for you? I can go slower, but it will all be better if you meet me halfway. Is your Light turned on?

The air of July has the fragrance of jasmine, roses, and oak trees. That is to give relief from the foolishness of the other humans. The greed, the heartlessness. The liars in government and business. The lack of kindness. 

Friend, enjoy that relief whenever and wherever you can. Walk through the woods and forests, away from the concrete and the machines. Be alone and silent sometimes. Cool your feet in the creek. 

The air of July has the fragrance of jasmine, roses, and oak trees. It is there for anyone to breathe. It is there for you.

by james lee jobe